britishness, personal
How to enter Middle Temple Lane in London
Last night I went out to hear a recital by a recent aquaintance from my Gay Rounders team. But after circling my destination for about one hour and failing to reach it, I went home.
Those who know me at this point will not be surprised, as they often joke that when sense of direction was being handed out, I was unable to find the queue. And that's exactly why I looked up the venue on at a map before leaving, which clearly showed I could take Middle Temple Lane from Victoria Embankment or from Fleet Street.
I tried both ends and could not find the street. I checked the map again, and even my mobile's GPS failed to take me there. So I googled for instructions, but there seemed to be nothing in the first page of results. None of my friends was going to be there, and I could not call the singer because the concert had started.
I now read that I needed to
'Watch out for a wooden gateway with a sign to Middle Temple Lane. You might think you are going into someone's private yard but it's the north entry to this cobbled street of solicitors' offices in London's "legal village".' (City A.M. June 2007 review of La Grande Marque)
Of course. How could I not have known?