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What the Dickens?

Passing the Kings Arms in Berwick last week I spotted this plaque on the wall outside:

I found this account of Dickens’s visit:

On his second visit to Berwick in 1861 Charles Dickens objected violently to performing in the Corn Exchange:-

“A most ridiculous room was designed for me in this odd out of the way place. An immense Corn Exchange made of glass and iron, round, dome-topped, lofty, utterly absurd for any such purpose. Full of thundering echoes with a little lofty crow’s nest of a stone gallery breast high, deep in the wall, into which it was designed to put me! I instantly struck, of course.. Terrified local agents glowered, but fell prostrate”

He read in the Assembly Rooms at the Kings Arms instead.

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