In Northampton today. I dropped briefly into All Saints’ Church, where I observed that John Clare (see above and below) is getting (or being got) into the Christmas spirit. When Clare was being treated in the Northampton General Asylum he was “allowed a good deal of freedom, often walked into town and was a familiar figure to the townspeople sitting in the porch of All Saints’ Church”*. In memory of this, All Saints’ have established the John Clare Lounge. I suppose, if he were alive today, he could have dropped in to the Lounge for a nice cup of tea, rather than having to sit in the porch.
He doesn’t look desperately jolly though, does he?
*(From Eric Robinson’s introduction to an Oxford edition of Clare’s poems).