"The real pleasure of the place .... is that walking up the steps and pushing open the door is like entering the wardrobe into Narnia. Behind the rational 18th-century exterior is a vortex that spreads, sprawls and expands, rising up into the clouds, spiralling down into the bowels, edging back to the beyond."
Had I been able to go to London today, I'd have been in the place described above, attending a reception. You can read the rest of the article from which that passage comes and discover the mystery location by looking here.
From that engagement, had it been feasible, I'd have hotfooted it across town to take a seat in the audience at this wonderful event. Combining the two would have made for a perfect evening.
But being pretty well rooted to my little patch of Edinburgh earth, I am here at home doing the things I usually do. I'm not often affected by wanderlust, but sometimes I wish I were elsewhere. How about you?
