Wilde’s House, Chelsea by avrenim_acceber on Flickr.
34 Tite Street, Oscar Wilde’s family home in Chelsea, London from 1884 until his arrest in 1895. When Wilde lived here, it was No. 16- the houses have since been renumbered.
Wilde’s House, Chelsea by avrenim_acceber on Flickr.
34 Tite Street, Oscar Wilde’s family home in Chelsea, London from 1884 until his arrest in 1895. When Wilde lived here, it was No. 16- the houses have since been renumbered.
Dr Johnson’s House - 17 Gough Square, City of London by ell brown on Flickr.
The home of Dr. Samuel Johnson. Johnson lived and worked here from 1748 to 1759, paying £30 for rent. It is also where he wrote A Dictionary of the English Language.
The house currently features exhibitions about Johnson’s life and work and a collection of period furniture, prints and portraits. It featured prominently in the 1946 Sherlock Holmes film Dressed to Kill.
Dr. Samuel Johnson’s house is open Monday through Saturday 11am- 5pm from October to April and Monday through Saturday 11am - 5.30pm from May to September. It is closed on Sundays and Bank Holidays.
UK - London - Bloomsbury: Charles Dickens blue plaque by wallyg on Flickr.
A day late ,but here are some Dickens destinations! First up: a sign outside 48 Doughty St, WC 1 in Bloomsbury, London. Oliver Twist, Nicholas Nickeby, and Pickwick Papers were written here!
Bronte Birthplace by Tim Green aka atoach on Flickr.
Blundeston Church, Suffolk by Cameron Self on Flickr.
Via Flickr:
‘I was born at Blunderstone, in Suffolk, or “thereby” as they say in Scotland. I was a posthumous child. My father’s eyes had closed upon the light of this world six months when mine opened on it. There is something strange to me even now, in the reflection that he never saw me; and something stranger yet is the shadowy remembrance that I have of my first childish associations with his white grave-stone in the churchyard, and the indefinable compassion I used to feel for it lying out alone there in the dark night, when our little parlour was warm and bright with fire and candle, and the doors of our house - were almost cruelly, it seemed to me sometimes - bolted and locked against it.’
‘David Copperfield’ by Charles Dickens
Bridge on the Alice Walk by terryballard on Flickr.
Oxford, where the Alice in Wonderland books were written.
Thomas Hardy’s Cottage, Higher Bockhampton, Dorset by Beautiful England on Flickr.
The home of Thomas Hardy, author of Tess of D’Ubervilles and Far From the Madding Crowd
Helsingore Castle - Elsinore Castle - Helsingor Denmark - Hamlets Castle - Kronberg Castle by litlesam on Flickr.
Castle Elsinore. Watch out for Hamlet’s ghost!
Denmark - Hamlet’s Castle, Elsinore / Kronborg Castle, Helsingor by Nige820 on Flickr.
Castle Elsinore, home to Hamlet and his kin.
Bronte Country by craig_352 on Flickr.
The Bronte Waterfall, a favorite childhood haunt of the Bronte sisters.
“The rugged bank and rippling brook were treasures of delight. Emily, Anne and Branwell used to ford the streams, and sometimes placed stepping stones for the other two; there was always a lingering delight in these spots ― every moss, every flower, every tint and form, were noted and enjoyed. Emily especially had a gleesome delight in these nooks of beauty ― her reserve for the time vanished. One long ramble made in these early days were far away over the moors to a spot familiar to Emily and Anne, which they called ‘the Meeting of the Waters’. It was a small oasis of emerald green turf, broken here and there by small clear springs; a few large stones served as resting places; seated here we were hidden from the world, nothing appearing in view but miles of and miles of heather, a glorious blue sky, and brightening sun. A fresh breeze wafted on us its exhilarating influence; we laughed and made mirth of each other, and settled we would call ourselves the Quartette. Emily, half reclining on a slab of stone, played like a young child with the tadpoles in the water, making them swim about, and then fell to moralising on the strong and the weak, the brave and the cowardly, as she chased them with her hand.”
-Ellen Nussey, correspondence to Mrs Gaskell
