At nineteen, I went to a seance where I was told by a famous clairvoyant that I would meet a man much older than myself, be married within months and travel to an ancient land. 'Poppycock', I thought until the idea began to appeal to me.
In 1851, I worked at my father's photography studio in Regent's Park. My parents had introduced me to suitable young men for marriage. I refused each one. I wanted to be a singer at Covent Garden and make my mark in the world.
The day I bumped into Augustus Le Plongeon, I knew immediately it was him, the one I was to wed.
But nothing prepared me for the extreme conditions of life in the Yucatan with rebels, murder and ravages of disease I almost died on more than one occasion.
Augustus had a theory of the origins of man and the ancient land of Atlantis.
Years of hard work would eventually see me known throughout the archaeological world alongside my husband.
In Victorian times, this was quite a feat and I am proud to be Alice Dixon Le Plongeon.
