These photographs are selected from the exhibition NOW FILMING: Art, Documentary & Resistance in 1930s East London which explores the work of the Workers’ Film & Photo League, who employed the camera ...

This is the vortex and whirlpool, the centre of human life today on the earth,’ wrote Richard Jefferies in 1883 of the crossroads where the Bank of England, the Royal Exchange and the Mansion House ...

Yet I did not have to look very far, since this Royal Park has more than nine hundred oaks which are over five hundred years old – thus qualifying as ‘ancient’ – many of which are over seven hundred ...

This former marshland bisected by Globe Lane – now Globe Rd – takes its name from a old tavern that once stood here. The area was built up in the early nineteenth century by exploitative developers, ...

Every year at this low ebb of the season, I go to Columbia Rd Market to buy potted bulbs and winter-flowering plants which I replant into my collection of old pots from the market and arrange upon the ...

Every year at this low ebb of the season, I go to Columbia Rd Market to buy potted bulbs and winter-flowering plants which I replant into my collection of old pots from the market and arrange upon the ...

In case you do not have an almanack yet for the new year, I am publishing this from T. Venables & Sons, Whitechapel, courtesy of Philip Mernick. This is an especially useful one because it includes a ...

I am proud to publish this edited extract from GRAVE STORIES by a graduate of my writing course. ‘The Gravedigger’ invites you to come into the graveyard, where all of human life is to be discovered.

This is the season for oranges and lemons, when every morning I begin the day by consuming a juicy blood orange. So I was more than delighted when Keren McConnell kindly sent me her glorious fruit ...

David Power lived in a comfortable Peabody flat round the back of the London Coliseum and, with his raffish charm, flowing snowy locks and stylish lambswool sweater, he was completely at home among ...

Longer ago than I care to admit, fortune led me to an old theatre in the Highlands of Scotland. Only now am I able to reveal some of my experiences there and you will appreciate that discretion ...