Was this where the hangman sold his wares? Right here, in front of The Green Dragon, a tavern steeped in history and shrouded in tales as dark as a moonless night. The Green Dragon, you see, has witnessed centuries of London life. It’s seen it all, from the clatter of horse-drawn carriages to the hurried steps of modern Londoners. There’s a story, you see, about another Green Dragon, one that stood on Fleet Street. A gruesome tale, but history often is. It’s said that after a hanging, the hangman himself would swagger into The Green Dragon, pockets heavy with grim souvenirs. He’d offer those present a piece of the macabre: used rope, sold by the inch, a chilling memento of the day’s grim work. The Green Dragon we see today may not be that exact den of dark dealings. However, when you stand here, imagine the echoes of those bygone days. The murmur of hushed conversations, the clink of coins exchanging hands for morbid trinkets, and perhaps, just perhaps, the faintest whiff of gallows’ air clinging to the shadows.
Southfields Methodist Church
Curiosity stirred within the heart of Southfields as a new chapter began. Southfields Methodist Church held its first public service