Dark curls, a dreamer's pace and strong opinions on where the coffee is made properly.
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Give Lucy an hour with nothing in it and she will make something of the hour. She is 163 cm, slender, and walks slowly enough that people assume she is lost. Her dark brown hair goes its own way in loose curls that she pushes back roughly every ninety seconds, and the brown eyes are soft and faintly distracted right up until something catches them properly. Early twenties, she dresses in layers that look accidental and are not: a long coat, a jumper that belonged to somebody taller, boots worn thin at the heel.
Dreamy is the easy word for her and artistic is the more honest one. She notices light, stops mid sentence to look at something, and apologises for it in a way that makes you look too. Her English is fluent and unhurried. Astronomy is the childhood obsession she simply never grew out of. Running is how she clears her head before the city wakes up. Coffee is taken seriously enough that she knows which counter in each district does it properly and which merely charges as if it did.
Her Holborn afternoon is quiet and faintly strange, which is precisely the appeal. Sir John Soane's Museum, the architect's own house stacked floor to ceiling with everything he ever collected, is her favourite room in London, and she will happily queue for the candlelit evening opening rather than see it any other way. Coffee beforehand somewhere with no music playing, then a long walk afterwards while she explains what she has been thinking about since.
She lives in Pimlico, and daytime or midweek evenings in Holborn both work for her. Tell booking which hour suits you and the answer comes back inside a quarter of an hour, whether that hour is two in the afternoon or eight at night.
Her home stage is Pimlico, and she travels from there to the venues this house covers. Her full listing sits with the rest of the company on the companions page.
Daytime suits her every bit as well as evening, and midweek is easiest of all. Three hours at £700 suits the museum, the coffee beforehand and the walk that follows it. Confirming the room is the only administrative moment in the whole afternoon.
Each length on the ladder, the travel rule and the terms for a change of plan are set out line by line on the rates page, and the wording to send sits on the booking page.
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The afternoon version begins with a coffee she has chosen, drunk standing up, because she maintains it tastes better that way and refuses to be argued out of the position. Then the museum, where she goes slowly and doubles back twice, and where she will tell you exactly which object she would take home if somebody turned the alarms off for ten minutes.
If you book the evening opening instead, the whole house is lit by candles and she is almost entirely silent throughout it. Afterwards she wants to walk: Lincoln's Inn Fields while it is empty, then somewhere small for a late plate. The conversation goes from architecture to the stars over Pimlico without either of you noticing the moment it turned, which is more or less her speciality.
Candles, without question. Those rooms were designed for that light, and everything in them looks intended rather than merely displayed.
The handful London allows me to see, which is not many. That is precisely why I keep escaping to darker places whenever the chance appears.
Six miles along the river most mornings. It is the only hour of the day when nobody wants anything at all from me.
Lucy is on call today. Daytime, or midweek evenings Message the desk and we will confirm the hour before anything is held.
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Tap WhatsApp and a message with Lucy named in it is already waiting. Add the day, the hour, how long you would like her and the house you are staying in, and the desk writes back inside a quarter of an hour with whether she is free.
