Thought I’d go and visit this Christmas one of Lewis Carroll’s old haunts the home of his beloved aunts Charlotte, Margaret, Henrietta Misses Lutwidge & his uncle Charles of course knew they weren’t there now.
So I strolled back down but do you ever get one of those feelings, one of those de ja vu moments, you know not in a bad way but in a good way that something strange, something wonderful maybe even something magical could happen? could the impossible?? still be possible???