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Landmarks of London... Made by *You* - Free Printable Models of the City's Famous Structures

Updated on July 2, 2014

Ever been to London? Like to go to London? Just 'want to see it 'cause it's there'? You can, all without leaving home...

Here's the famous Tower of London... Wait a minute... Since when did the Tower of London come with a label to that effect? LOL - it's a model of the Tower of London, and what a glorious model. See the colors and the detail, it really does look just like the real thing...

And it's made of paper.

Not only that, you can make it at home. Yup, that's right. This wonderful model of the Tower of London is a paper model that you can download, print and put together - all without leaving home. And without paying a penny. Because this is a free model. I love it, and I've been to the Tower of London (the one in London), so I should know. No, a paper model can't capture all the ambience (all the people, all the smells and sounds, all the ravens!), but it can bring back good memories and so generally brighten the day (or the mantelpiece or whenever else you choose to put it).

Never been to the Tower of London? Why not make this wonderful model as a reminder to put that destination on your bucket list. Perhaps you could take your model with you when you visit, and have it signed by a real life 'Beefeater'!

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[Why do so many people enthuse about London as they do about New York, Paris and Rome? To many other people, London is 'just grimy old London' where it's 'always raining' and 'people are always rushing about without time to smell the flowers']... I met someone once who [asked me just that]...

"One of the reasons that London matters," I said, "Is because so much of what happens elsewhere [starts in London, as it were. Just as so much starts in New York, a lot also starts in London]... So (never mind the weather or the grime) it's worth seeing London, just to see ['where it all starts'. Whatever 'it' may be, political, financial or social]... That is not to say that [other great world cities aren't also places 'where it all starts' but London certainly amongst them]... London [is an financial capital, a little like Wall Street II. Economic decisions made by London bankers (and the rest) will create 'waves around the world'. And I hardly need to prove that to you, because (if nothing else) there are plenty of conspiracy theorists who insist that the 'City of London' (proper) is really a self-governing spider seeking to enmesh the world in its web. There's usually a grain-of-truth in conspiracy theories. The theories themselves may be wrong but the theorists are usually thinking along those lines because there really is *something* there, something that can't be explained through workaday excuses. Not that I believe in the 'City of London' being a gigantic spider, but the theorists are reacting to this place being immensely powerful and to that power often being denied or minimised by those who wield it]...

"Another reason that London matters is because if you come from a country that has English as one of its official languages, most likely your country has - in some major way - been influenced by England. Canada [used to be a British colony as well as a French one, hence the two key languages spoken there: English and French]... India [uses English as a sort of lingua franca. Why? Used to be a colony of Britain. Then there's the USA, which famously won independence from Britain, but kept the language]... Capital of Britain is London. So if [you go searching for answers as to England's influence on the world, you have to start searching in London. Who knows, perhaps it was (partly) the bad climate at home that spurred English people to go everywhere else in the world - looking for sunshine!]...

"Also London is interesting because [it's been in place so frightfully long. The Romans called it 'Londinium', but even they were renaming a pre-existing settlement. There has been someone living in London (whatever you call it) for eons. And, you know, sometimes when a place has been lived in for that long, it can start to appear rather run-down. You know, the old building turns into a national monument (because it's been there before grandmother was born), and it hasn't had a new coat of paint since then! Doesn't help that British parliament is often stingy about repainting funds, and comes up with nonsense about 'grimy buildings stopping the working class getting distracted from working']...

"Also, London matters because it is home to so many people. Just as (say) New York matters because it is home to so many people. And... London gives [the English]... something to aspire too. It's not for nothing that the tale of Dick Whittington is the tale of a poor boy from the country who determines to make good and so travels to the city [to seek a new life]... Cities have always been [beacons of prosperity, a place where there are enough opportunities to go around]... And [for English people]... London is that city [they go to, to seek new opportunities]... In that respect, it's like [great cities]... anywhere in the world."

B. Canterville

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One of the things [London got right, fairly early in its modern history, was public transport.

[One thing which made 'old cities' so noxious was this. Unless you were rich enough to own a horse (or hire a carriage), you had no way of travelling from your home to your work - except on foot. Which meant one couldn't travel far to work each day. Which meant one had to live as close to work as possible. Which usually meant workers' houses (or rather slums) were crammed as close to the factories, tanneries and the rest as inhumanely possible. It was almost impossible to improve living conditions, because - just think about it - how difficult is it to de-soot a residence when the factory-next-door is pouring more helpings of soot into the local air? And this was centuries before environmental protection meant anything to factory owners.

[But when public transport - public transport even the poor could afford to use - was introduced, suddenly you didn't need to live in a slum right next to the factory! You could live somewhere else and commute each day. When London built the 'Underground' (or subway as this sort of train system is called in the USA), that chance-to-be-a-commuter was opened to thousands of people. Yes, not everyone could afford to use it. But those that could afford to be commuters left more space (admittedly in slums but still space) to those who couldn't.

[Let me tell you something about the early British subway (or 'Underground' as it's called in London). It was part of a railway network that looked after the local community. Railway station waiting rooms usually had a fireplace; the waiting rooms were a safe place to go for warmth even if you couldn't afford a ticket. Most porters and station masters understood, and let you stay there - provided you didn't make a nuisance of yourself. Likewise train platforms gave many people a chance to earn a living, selling newspapers or candies or bootlaces to travellers. And railway station {diners}... were {friendly non-judgemental places}... to buy a hot meal {or a coffee or something}, often for {a tiny amount of money}... And no one ever turned an urchin with a penny away from one of the penny-a-bar chocolate machines that dotted the stations. Subway stations (whether above or below ground) brought out the best in people.

[When trams and horse-drawn buses came to the city streets, some of that same culture came with them. I still remember drivers who would pay for really poor people from their neighbourhoods to travel on their bus - at their (the driver's) own expense. If you were new in town and looking for a place to stay or such, you could usually get some free advice from the tram or bus conductor.

[That's why I don't 'look down' on travelling by bus or by train. I enjoy it just as much as I did when I was a boy - whether in London or anywhere else].

B. Canterville

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Image Credit: Public Domain. Mural by N. Cianfanelli "Count Volta Demonstrating Electricity to Napoleon."

Let me tell you something interesting about Michael Faraday. In 1813 he travelled from England [he was born in London!] to 'the Continent' with Sir Humphrey Davy, where [Davy was given a medal by Napoleon Bonaparte (1769-1821) for Davy's achievements as a scientist]... Faraday never met Napoleon in person, but did see the emperor passing in a carriage. In a way, it's a pity they never met because they had many of the same interests, and... views. Faraday (for instance) came from a non-conformist church, and Napoleon [respected non-conformism generally. Also, they were both fascinated by electricity.

[At that time, electricity was mainly used for parlour tricks. The practical joker who found it LOL to give someone an electric shock long pre-dates the neighbourhood magic store. People were giving each other electric-shock-as-jokes at least by the middle of the 1700s. The real question for scientists was: Can we use electricity for something useful? Not that jokes aren't useful, provided they're done in a friendly way and the other person 'gets it'. But there is a time to joke and a time to roll up one's sleeves for work.

[Napoleon came from the electricity-as-parlour-joke era. Yet he was a visionary too. He firmly believed that God did not create something like (say) electricity for this only to be used as a parlour trick. Napoleon couldn't begin to imagine what electricity might do otherwise, but (as he used to point out) "I am not God; God knows the value of everything He has created, and He knows how it can be used - for good or ill. That I cannot see the purpose in something does not mean it has none, it simply means I cannot see it. But there is a {text}... which says: If we hope for what we cannot see, we wait for it with patience." Which Napoleon did. Along with freeing serfs, fighting anti-Semitism, building roads and thousands of other things, Napoleon kept up-to-date with the latest scientific advances. Including in electricity.

[There's a tale that's often told about Napoleon and electricity, that goes like this. "The Emperor went to a demonstration held by Alexander Volta, against advice put the electrodes in his mouth, got electrocuted and stormed out..." Rot. Whoever invented that tale {had their head screwed on backwards}... What actually happened was: Napoleon went to a demonstration held by Volta (see mural drawing; Napoleon is seated wearing blue). Volta used to show that his 'pile' could make electricity, by giving himself a parlour-game-sized shock. Napoleon {had survived enough practical jokes to know that the joker's first ruse was to pretend he/she was being shocked when they were (in fact) holding nothing more electric than a dried bean}. Napoleon wanted to know if this 'Voltic pile' (see picture, it's the 'pile' on the table!) really did produce electricity. So he asked Volta to give him (Napoleon) a chance to be zapped. Which Volta eventually did, to one of Napoleon's fingers. Napoleon felt the 'buzz', was impressed and made Volta a count. No one stormed out, no one put electrodes in their mouth. Who started that tale anyway?

[Volta's pile still didn't answer Napoleon's question: What was electricity for (asides parlour tricks)? Then one day in 1813, Napoleon {felt an angel asking him "Would you ask God to give humanity great inspiration about electricity, or will you 'just leave things as they are'?" Napoleon replied that he hoped God would give humanity inspiration and creativity about electricity. And it was shortly after that that Michael Faraday saw the emperor. And the moment he did, Faraday suddenly discovered that he knew things about electricity he was sure he hadn't known before.

[Faraday eventually went back to England. His experiments lead him to the central principle of electricity: Moving magnetism creates electricity, moving electricity creates magnetism. That may not sound like much, but that is the central principle of the electric motor. Volta's pile was the great (something) grandfather of the electric battery, Faraday's work was the father of the electric motor. Once the two were put together, suddenly scientists and inventors everywhere began to discover amazing and useful things electricity could do.

[When I look at Trinity Wharf, I remember all this. I wish there was an electrical unit named after Napoleon (just as "volts" are named after Volta, and "faradays" are named after Faraday). Napoleon would say that the credit should belong to the men (and women) who actually performed the experiments (etc) with electricity. Why name an electrical unit "the napoleon" when there were so many other scientists and inventors in the field to honour? But I say: Without Napoleon's {greatness of spirit} there never would have been breakthroughs like the electric motor and the rest. He ought to be remembered, and honoured, as the Godfather of Electricity]...

B. Canterville


It's [amazing]... to think that the first modern Olympic games were held in England in 1815. They were [an event]... to celebrate [the nation's victory against French forces at the Battle of Waterloo]... The 1896 Olympics (held in Greece) were very much "the second Olympic games in modern history." So [it's perfectly fitting that London has been host to the Olympic Games twice since then - one in 1948 and one in 2012. After all, the Olympic Games were revived in England rather than in Greece!]...

B. Canterville

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When I was at school, a lot of boys used to [groan]... about being asked to read Shakespeare. I [wasn't one of them. And I was one of the school athletes, if that makes any difference]... Reading Shakespeare [was just something one had to 'get used to', like riding a bike. You don't expect to be able to ride a bike perfectly first go; one shouldn't expect to understand 'everything about Shakespeare' first go either. And just as no one thinks much of someone who throws down their bike after that first failed attempt and shouts "I'm never going to try riding that again!", one ought not to think much of someone who throws a volume of Shakespeare at the wall and says "I'm never trying to read that again!"]...

When you are a [tween or teen and really 'get into' Shakespeare, you just do get Shakespeare. And that is entirely different to saying you agree with everything he believed, but you do understand what he was trying to say. Whether you agree with it or not]... I [got so genuinely 'into it' that - whilst still being a school athlete - I also won the school's best prize for Shakespeare. All these years later, I still enjoy Shakespeare. I can go to a Shakespeare performance and be right at home, even if they're half-way through the third act already and no one else can understand a word of it]...

[And the one criticism I can (and do) make of Shakespeare is that his romances are very un-realistic, and I'm speaking from experience. Romance is a great deal more complicated (and much richer) than Shakespeare presents it. His one excuse is the same that (say) modern sit-com writers could make today: I can't show all that richness on stage because I've only got so-many-minutes before curtain fall and the audience in the 'cheap seats' wouldn't get it]...

B. Canterville

Buckingham Palace:
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"They're Changing Guard at Buckingham Palace..."

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I'd first seen Buckingham Palace 'tween the Wars and saw it again in the 1950s.

'Reynard' - WWI Flying Ace, Double Agent for the Allies WWII

And here's Buckingham Palace itself; it's a *free* model you can make, using just this one sheet of pieces!

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Finally, Here's Clerkenwell

It's found in the 'lower reaches' of Cold Bath Square.
It's found in the 'lower reaches' of Cold Bath Square.

Build Your Own Clerkenwell Spring

All you need are these two (free) printable sheets of pieces. This is Sheet 1.

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The secret of Clerkenwell Spring

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No one ever proved that Clerkenwell Spring really did have all the medicinal properties its [sprukers]... claimed for it. At least it was clean [enough to drink, if one accidentally caught a mouthful of it when one was 'dunking' in it - for strictly medical reasons of course]... What made Clerkenwell notorious was this: In the later 1700s, Swedenborg stayed in a house in the neighbourhood, and became fixated on the spring. He concocted some 'secret doctrine' (that is [complete rot])... about it being 'the birthplace of the visible universe' and about the well opening being 'the doorway to the elemental goddess'. Notably, he never had the nerve to take a dip (medicinal or otherwise) in it himself. But the 'secret doctrine' became immensely influential amongst many of his followers - including those who don't admit to being his followers.

[Napoleon was one of the people who knew the 'secret doctrine' of Clerkenwell Spring, not because Napoleon was a follower of Swedenborg but because he was precisely the opposite. "One must be acquainted with the 'secret doctrines' of the nonsense one faces in the world," he said, "Not to join others in believing it but so as to know what it is they believe. For if you do not know what they believe, you certainly cannot help them {with it}... Quite possibly this is a reason that 'secret doctrine' is kept 'secret'." Napoleon never doubted that some springs of water could have medicinal properties, often immensely blessed ones. But he was never convinced that Clerkenwell Spring possessed such benefits. "But perhaps," he used to say, "It will awaken the British people to the benefits of regular baths - though they have a king who has tried to teach them such, they are slow to learn such a valuable lesson. Perhaps {dunking}... in Clerkenwell (which thoroughly deserves its name of 'Coldbath'!) they will come to appreciate the benefits of doing the same, only in warm water with soap."

[Why did Napoleon know about Clerkenwell? Because the same 'secret doctrinistas' who believed Swedenborg's rot about 'elemental goddesses in the water' also believed that electric shocks were a universal snake-oil. Notably none of the people who took that also as a 'secret doctrine' would be caught dead (pun intended) having an electric shock. But they were more than eager to force it on everyone else as a 'universal remedy for everything, including being a human being'. Napoleon had been confronted by quacks who tried to convince him of this. He pointed out that common sense showed him "no medical benefit in being shocked by electricity." And he refused to allow this snake-oil to be used on his soldiers. If they wanted it, that was their choice "but otherwise is shall certainly not be forced on them, for they can see no benefit in this {'zap'}... It is the sort of misuse of electricity that would cause the ignorant to shun electricity and see it as a curse. I do not see electricity as a curse, but I certainly see no benefit in this use of it. Bring me a use of electricity that shall make the lives of the (so-called) ordinary people better. That will not convince me as to the efficacy of {electric shock therapy}... but it shall prove that I am right in saying that there are better uses for electricity. And," he added, "Clerkenwell Spring is but a spring, and if I were ever in England, I would bath it in to prove it."

[Now that really was a shock to the 'secret doctrinistas', more of a shock than they claimed {electric shock therapy}... would be to everyone else. Napoleon never did set foot in England. This is a shame, he and England could have been friends. But I'm a descendant of his through one of his brothers. So I took up the challenge of bathing in Clerkenwell Spring, to prove "it is but a spring."

[By the time I got there, most of the medicinal excuses for the establishment had long gone. It was being peddled as snake-oil, straight from the proverbial quack's wagon. I paid for a ticket, climbed into the main bath and felt... Well cold, but nothing else. No electric shocks (or such) in this water. But I did prove one thing: That water didn't have any medical benefits for me. I clambered out feeling cold. Whoever named the surrounding land "Coldbath Square" wasn't joking. It was a cold bath.

[Particularly for the people who believed 'secret doctrine'. My having a bath there took the {'oomphf'}... out of their 'secret spring'. They 'couldn't quite believe in it anymore'. The whole complex shut down less than a year later! And even the ruins of it disappeared for forty years. And I once had an operation under electric light so no I am not against the medical use of electricity. I'm against the misuse of electricity, for psuedomedicine like {electric shock therapy}... And very few people, aside a few curiosity seekers, bother about Clerkenwell Spring anymore, but I felt you'd like to have a paper model of it anyway. It's worth having in one's home as a reminder to never believe 'secret doctrine' - after all remember the Clerkenwell Spring cult!]...

B. Canterville

Let Your London Bus Take You to Another Time...

Not in London, but what London used to be hundreds of years ago...

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Let Precious, Jack & 'Toady' Show You Around

(Jack's Tale)

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I went out with Joy (that was her name, the witch) and came back on a shutter. That is not Joy on the horse there, that is Precious. 'Toady' (who is precisely the opposite) is sitting on the other horse, and I'm riding in between. Precious is my daughter, 'Toady' is my brother and I would like to describe myself as a pest but they won't let me.

I have had a lot of adventures, suffering for Joy (who didn't give a fig about me and had something else entirely in mind) was not one of them. I thought I was being noble, honorable and gallant. 'Toady' could see I was being an idiot and Precious would have given me up as her father over it, but she loved me too much. I am always humbled by the power of love. But the one who is loved has to want it, and return it with love of their own. Certainly not something Joy gave me; she didn't care about me at all, whilst I loved her to death - my (near) death that is. I was smashed up, in hospital for five months and yet 'Toady' & Precious still took me back as though nothing had changed between us.

It had, but it hadn't. They both went to immense lengths to keep me comfortable and happy, even when that meant letting me take more risks that 'someone ought really in your condition'. They kept me supplied with books, and food, and clothes, and warmth - and their love all in unstinting quantities. Also, when I (just) managed to throw something at the wall in frustration at ['stuff generally']... they understood. And swept up the pieces of the vaze and tried to put it back together, just as their love was putting me back together.

The wild free spirit of horses always called to me, and I thought being smashed up meant the end of that. Not a bit of it.

"How about you take up carriage driving?" suggested Precious, "You've still got one hand that works."

I could not see myself taking up carriage driving, even though Precious shared a particularly wonderful story about a person born without arms or legs who not only drove carriages but competed at it at professional level.

"'Toady', do you have any ideas?" she said.

"If he breaks his neck we're all stuffed," 'Toady' said and took away the [coffee]... pot ostensibly to replenish it but actually to have a private cry-at-fate in the kitchen.

"I'm not wearing a neck brace!" I (ungenerously) shouted after him, "I'm not wearing a toupee, and I'm not wearing a neck brace."

Actually neither member of my family had suggested either, but I did have a fixated idea about riding a horse without a helmet - which wasn't particularly safe but it was my choice. I hadn't got smashed up on a horse, or by a horse either - if that's what you're wondering.

I wished I was an ancient Greek hero. I had always loved Greek mythology and I wished now I was on a Greecian horse, as a Greek, at the [siege of Troy]... I wanted a big muscular Athenian horse, complete with golden bridle and bells inscribed "To Truth." I wanted the sun, and the flowers of ancient Greece. I wanted to be riding through the hills of ancient Greece - and here I was stuck in [rural England] being rude to my poor brother about neck braces. He was being sensible and I wasn't, but I was sick of being hemmed in by mobility aids and just wanted to be mobile.

I said something in ancient Greek about horses, which started Precious thinking about Pegasus. Pegasus was her favorite mythological horse, not just because 'girls like horses with wings' but because it reminded her of Fledge in my own mythical country. "I'd have liked a horse like Fledge," she said, "Or Pegasus. One of the best things about horses is their common sense. Riding a horse into battle is almost safer than riding a jeep into battle, 'cause the horse can think whereas the jeep just 'does what it's ordered yessir'."

Pegasus spoiled my fantasy somewhat. Somehow that particular Greek mythical horse never appealed to me. "Well, you and a lot of other people," said Precious who had her own understanding of Greek myths, "There was a cartoon movie once which missed the whole point of Pegasus - had him 'brought up from a foal' and looking like My-Little-Pony rather than a hero's horse." I'm not saying that Precious didn't like My-Little-Pony, only that she saw it as having a different place than Greek mythology. "I like Pegasus. It's an ancient exploration of what it meant to be a horse in ancient Greece."

"Doesn't help us much with the exploration of what it means to have Jack on a horse in [rural]... England," said 'Toady' coming back with fresh [coffee]... He poured my share into one of those plastic-drink-bottles-with-long-straws and put it in my good hand. I had a sip I thought was thoughtful, but the mood I was in made it look as though I was hatching one of my infamous hidden agendas.

"No," said Precious firmly, "No you don't."

Perhaps I had been hatching a hidden agenda. Something to do with inventing excuses to have them both out of the house whilst I got hold of a riding stables and had them send around a horse without either of them knowing. There were a lot of things wrong with hidden agendas generally, this one particularly and not the least was this: How the # was I about to get on a horse when I couldn't even use the telephone to call the riding stables without help?

"You know, it's a pity we don't have an ancient Greek litter," said Precious, "You know, slung between two horses [like they did in the myths]..."

We all looked at each other. I was so bowled over by the idea I started to apologise for being there, which is a bad habit that Precious has also learnt from me. Like all bad habits, it held up things until Precious and 'Toady' untangled me from it and brought the conversation back on tack.

"Could we make it out of sail cloth?" said Precious, "Or what about using something that gives you a real seat?"

Precious had learnt from her [Mom]... that talking a problem through, and not being afraid to throw ideas into the ring, is the best way to solve problems. I was the Greek myth expert (I was a college professor, I ought to be!) and yet it wasn't me but my daughter who remembered the equally ancient Greek litter. It was 'Toady' and her who saw to the 'mechanics' of having one made, and had it boarded out in the riding stables where we hired our horses. When Saturday came, it was riding day. Two horses, one each for Precious and 'Toady', had the litter slung between them (a comfortable love-seat) and that was my seat. It had all the thrill of riding, all the jig-and-jingle of the bits, and it was (as few horse experiences could be) right beside the beating hooves.

That's us in the picture. You can imagine how I looked forward to Saturday every week.

The Nurses at the Cottage Hospital Invite You In for a Spot of Afternoon Tea...

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Now I admit that [the English can sound a trifle uppity, when on the subject of afternoon tea. Certainly some people make it a painful ritual emptied of purpose. Even the food tastes bland and the tea itself like dishwater {when its presented with that conceited motive}... But {there's no need for it to be like that}]... The [affectation]... started (I am sure) because working people enjoyed tea, and the [snobs of the world said "Uh! Fancy the plebs enjoying something we said should be 'just for us superior people'. So I shall make my own afternoon tea so affected and ridiculous, no working person would dare join me." Actually, no working person would be bothered joining in something like that. Hearty talkative afternoon tea, friendly manners but not stuffy etiquette, is their style]...

Now [I admit the one difficult in 'translating' afternoon tea (English style) is that tradition of serving tea (the beverage) rather than some other beverage. Like coffee. Afternoon coffee (rather than afternoon tea) tastes precisely the same, only with coffee rather than tea. We could debate on that endlessly, but my dame school teacher (bless her) always told me to look for things in common with other good people rather than things not in common. And an argument about whether to serve tea or coffee with the afternoon meal (the one between lunch and dinner/supper) most certainly falls into the things-not-in-common category. Let's serve both, and not argue about it]...

I'll [give you an example how it can all work out, if everyone has a grain-of-goodwill about it. My friend Bunbury travels about England holding Meetings where he talks to people about life and shows them how they can make the most of their lives. He's the original inspirational or self-help speaker! And we don't charge for seats, because we want everyone to hear what he has to say. We always provide refreshments. This being England, there's always tea in the refreshment room, tea and lemonade and soda. But one day Bunbury had a serious talk to me (I being the unofficial refreshment committee chair) about putting coffee and LBT sandwiches on the menu. "Many English people do drink coffee," he pointed out, "It just isn't 'quite done' to admit it... Most people {whether American or English} do like {LBT}... sandwiches, it's just an afternoon tea sandwich with bacon rather than {the traditional chicken}... Because there are lots of Americans in Britain and these Meetings are for them just as they are for the English. And I want the Americans to feel at home." That was a marvellous idea, and I agreed to it at once. And everyone benefited, because visiting Americans did feel at home whilst the English got to try something they might otherwise not quite dared 'because that's not traditionally how we do afternoon tea here']...

So [if you'd like to try afternoon tea, remember it can also be afternoon coffee and don't be hesitant to make a truly elegant plate of sandwiches with bacon and lettuce and tomato as well as the more customary chicken and lettuce and cucumber. There's a website full of recipes for afternoon tea/coffee here. Remember to be a little London with your afternoon tea/coffee, without being any less yourself!]...

Q. Canterville

If you'd like to make just one or two (or three or four!) individual English village buildings, check this out

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Each of these olde worlde English cottages is a *free* printable papercraft project. Just click on the links below to download the building(s) you want.

Please note: Nearly all of these buildings require multiple pages of pieces. Each 'page' is available at a different link, so don't forget to read the downloading instructions carefully to make sure you have all the pieces before you start building.

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      If I do have the chance to travel to Europe someday, I'll make sure to visit London!


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