Normally you might get a quick glimpse of the infamous, bricked up mouth as you sail by on a tourist boat - but today we get an intimate, close up view.
For a little while we might stop our happy search for the humble debris of the past and glance at this seemingly mundane, banal archway through which so many went to their deaths. They would have passed under London Bridge and seen the horrifying sight of the heads of previous 'traitors' displayed on spikes. Catherine Howard saw her lover, Thomas Culpepper, in this way as she went to the Tower.
For a few seconds, gazing at this entranceway to death you imagine it's you - and a little shiver runs up your spine. Time to move on...
Time to carry on collecting the ephemera of past daily lives, probably the less sensational lives of ordinary people like us, trying to get by, living their lives in blessed obscurity - pottery and shells and pipe stems and Roman ware, locks, Tudor pins, glass bottles, wine stems, Victorian crockery, mediaeval roof tiles, a plastic 20th century toy soldier...
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