Christmas is never so magical as when you’re a child. The stockings, the presents, the food, the sweets, the tree, the telly, and the rarity of “Can I stay up a bit later, pleeeeease” actually being answered in the affirmative. But as a child, I would venture that my Christmases were more magical than most, thanks to a deeply romantic and picturesque tradition.
I grew up in Campden Hill Square,
