Chimneys and factory stacks billowing out into the night; corridors of tall, blackened brick buildings and wide, packed streets; dark and gloomy but for the white of the snow and the flames of gaslight; people, orphans, huddled together, wrapped in as many layers as they can get their hands on – cold, and hungry; starving … Continue reading The Story of Isabella Mary Beeton and the Hatch End Soup Kitchen of 1858