Seven Dials

Seven Dials is one my favourite landmarks in the West End of London. At the intersection of seven narrow laneways lies a slender sundial pillar. The area was created in 1690 by Thomas Neale, a man who went on to become the first postmaster general of United States colonies. He planned to capitalise on popularity of the new Covent Garden Piazza area nearby.

The area's early residents were largely individuals from the city's more respectable endeavours; lawyers and skilled tradesmen. However, within a century the area had become one of London's most notorious slums. It remained in decay until the late 1970s before finally being regenerated.

Even the sundial is new. The current pillar was only erected in 1989. Apparently the original was removed in 1773 in an effort to discourage unruly crowds from gathering. Today, during the warmer months, its a popular weekend venue for people watching. Some of my favourite cafes and bars are also in area.

I find it fascinating that such a simple, memorable location has gone full circle over three hundred years. My earliest memory of Seven Dials dates back more than five years. I remember coming across the sundial and marveling at its unexpected presence. At the time I was in town for a Board meeting at the Convent Garden Hotel, situated 100 metres along one of the radial laneways.

I love this hotel. Its one of London's quaintest boutique establishments, serving a wonderful Sunday brunch in the sunny parlour of recently gentrified building. When the bill arrives, you'll have ample proof that Seven Dials isn't slumming it any more. These days Garry and I have brunch down the road at Box, a simple cafe bar reminiscent of those we love in Sydney.