My first experiences with the Church were in the 1980s, as a teenager, visiting London with my parents, on occasional Canadian school March Breaks. We would spend a week enjoying all of the great sites of a huge city, but always return to a novel treat – the brass rubbing in the crypt of the Church… accompanied by a decent pot of tea and a scone, of course! By 2001, I had moved to London and periodically visited the Church out of nostalgia, but also inviting my parents when *they* came to visit *me*. A decade later, with my own family, it was time to continue to the tradition. The crypt has become a convenient work / study area in Central London and… on at least one Father’s Day… a chance to visit for more brass rubbings with my new generation, but sitting in the same area as I would have sat with my parents over nearly 4 decades earlier. Now, as a walking tour guide in London, I encourage my guests to visit the Church, but still keep going back on my own for sentimentality, tranquility and of course, a refreshing pot-of-tea!
St Martin-in-the-Fields