There’s something magical about stepping into the spaces once occupied by literary legends. Tucked away on a quiet street in East London, 48 Doughty Street feels like a portal to another time; a place where quills scratched across paper and some of English literature’s most iconic characters came to life. Dickens lived here from 1837 to 1839, a period of intense creativity and rising fame. This beautifully preserved Georgian townhouse was once the home of Charles Dickens, and today, it stands as a museum offering an intimate glimpse into the world of the man who gave us Oliver Twist, Great Expectations, and of course (and my all time favourite) A Christmas Carol. On our literary adventure, we wandered through the rooms where Dickens wrote, lived, and dreamed. It was such a great visit, and here's why you should go if you're a Dickens fan.


“Hallo! A great deal of steam! The pudding was out of the copper. A smell like a washing-day! That was the cloth. A smell like an eating-house and a pastrycook’s next door to each other, with a laundress’s next door to that! That was the pudding! In half a minute Mrs. Cratchit entered—flushed, but smiling proudly—with the pudding, like a speckled cannon-ball, so hard and firm, blazing in half of half-a-quartern of ignited brandy, and bedight with Christmas holly stuck into the top.”

I found it a little emotional seeing a real-life copper. The Cratchit's Christmas Dinner in Stave Three is one of the most impactful moments for Scrooge in the novella (short novel). This is because of their togetherness, their bond and their thankfulness for what they have (which isn't much at all- Scrooge witnesses their abject poverty in this stave and begins to see that he has the power to change this and Tiny Tim's fate if he began to learn what Christmas is really about and show some compassion for others. The Cratchit's day is centred around their meal- everyone has a role to play in getting the dinner ready and they have all put such effort into making the day special.
"Then up rose Mrs. Cratchit, Cratchit's wife, dressed out but poorly in a twice-turned gown, but brave in ribbons, which are cheap and make a goodly show for sixpence."
What is obvious in this scene is that there isn't enough food to go round, yet their appreciation for the 'feast' that is in front of them is heartbreaking for readers. Mrs Cratchit is overwhelmed about the pudding.
"Suppose it should not be done enough! Suppose it should break in turning out! Suppose somebody should have got over the wall of the back-yard, and stolen it, while they were merry with the goose: a supposition at which the two young Cratchits became livid! All sorts of horrors were supposed."
She worries it might not be big enough or that something has gone wrong with it or even worse, someone might have stolen it when it was cooling down. She is so focused on making the day special for her family and Bob Cratchit mirrors the efforts and sentiment perfectly.
"Oh, a wonderful pudding! Bob Cratchit said, and calmly too, that he regarded it as the greatest success achieved by Mrs Cratchit since their marriage.'



