Without London’s greatest author we would have no ghosts of Christmas past, no Christmas presents, no Christmas cards, no Christmas tree. Oh, all right, we might have had some of those, but we definitely wouldn’t have had this tasty Turkey-time morsel from A Christmas Carol.

“No fog, no mist; clear, bright jovial, stirring, cold; cold, piping for the blood to dance to; Golden sunlight; Heavenly sky; sweet fresh air; merry bells. Oh, glorious! Glorious!”

Ed Glinert, author of Penguin’s Literary Guide to London, leaves Scrooge to freeze with his humbug to lead this festive tour around Charles Dickens’s central London haunts, from Lincoln’s Inn (where at the very heart of the fog, sits the Lord High Chancellor) to Covent Garden.