The weight of history
Spent a little while this morning at the Royal Courts of Justice. No, they haven't finally caught up with me. Not yet, anyway.
But no, I was picking up a copy of this claim. Had to walk all over the place, in and out of various buildings, finding first where to get a copy, then to the fees office (on the way to which, I walked through the delightfully named 'Bear Garden'!), then back to that office to pick up the copy of the claim.
And the place felt heavy with history. I'm not kidding - I can't remember the last time I walked through a building still in use by people working there where I felt so much history surrounding me. And yes, I've been in older buildings both in London, and abroad. But this was something different.
Really surprised the hell out of me...
But no, I was picking up a copy of this claim. Had to walk all over the place, in and out of various buildings, finding first where to get a copy, then to the fees office (on the way to which, I walked through the delightfully named 'Bear Garden'!), then back to that office to pick up the copy of the claim.
And the place felt heavy with history. I'm not kidding - I can't remember the last time I walked through a building still in use by people working there where I felt so much history surrounding me. And yes, I've been in older buildings both in London, and abroad. But this was something different.
Really surprised the hell out of me...