Hidden history: The burial mounds of Greenwich

I’ve been to Greenwich twice in my life once when I was at school, I can’t remember why except we looked at the Cutty Sark sat in the water, I have no other memory than that, it’s lost in the maze at Hampton Court, and in the stalls of the Old Vic where I went on other trips in coaches fanning away from our backwater. The stops for a cup of tea and a JPS at Red Lodge are far brighter memories, the rising bubbles of us in our teenage carapace laughter bubbling between the draws on that tedious...

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