Each Sunday, if I can afford it and have the time, I visit Columbia Rd Market to buy a bunch of flowers, seeking what is in season and avoiding repeats, mostly. Here is the story of last year told in ...

Yet there was never any diminution, Schrodinger was a bright spirit who always bounded at full strength. Maybe he slept more over the past year and there was a day recently when he slept from ...

Spend a weekend with me in an eighteenth century weaver’s house in Fournier St, enjoy delicious lunches, savour freshly baked cakes from historic recipes, discover the secrets of Spitalfields Life and ...

It has become a tradition to publish this story at Christmas each year.

Simply add discount code ‘FIFTY’ at checkout CLICK HERE TO VISIT THE SHOP Click to enlarge this photograph To dispel my disappointment that I cannot rent that Room to Let in Old Aldgate, I find myself ...

We want everyone who loves the East End to have a copy of David Hoffman’s wonderful photography book ENDURANCE & JOY IN THE EAST END 1971 – 1987, so we have reduced the price from £35 to £2o until ...

Vegetarians look away now, but carnivorous readers will be delighting to learn that the traditional Smithfield Christmas Eve meat auction takes place again this year, hosted by G Lawrence & Co on ...

This extract is from ‘Aunt Louisa’s Keepsake’ published by Frederick Warne which was given to me by Libby Hall. The copy is inscribed ‘Christmas 1896’ inside the front cover. A keen and wintry blast.

From Scotland into the golden city. I ran down Gray’s Inn Road and ran Till I was under a black bridge.

In the midst of life I woke to find myself living in an old house beside Brick Lane in the East End of London ...

Although I have many that are more elaborate, I especially admire this golden one for its simplicity of form and I like to think its ridged profile derives from the nineteen thirties when my mother ...

Click here to buy a signed copy of the CRIES OF LONDON. IN THE MIDST OF LIFE I WAKE in the dark city of my dreaming. It is the bellman that wakes me before dawn, crying wearily Pa ...