To Wivenhoe, on a freezing February night. It's a fair way from my rural backwater to the great metropolis, but I travelled in great hope & expectation.
I was not to be disappointed.
Not having visited William Loveless Hall before, I managed to lose my way a couple of times before realising that the place with the lights on & a crowd of people outside was a decent bet (little gets past me); I should add no drink had been taken at this point. That didn't last long.
Upon entry the...