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 ...

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 sorry to report the death of David Power on 15th December at the age of ninety. David Power 1934-2024. David Power lived in a comfortable Peabody flat round the back of the L ...

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 ...

Continuing my tribute to David Power who died on 15th December aged ninety, here is my account of a return visit he made to Spitalfields where he grew up.

A few years ago when the city was shut down and empty, I used to take long lone cycle rides in parts of London that were unknown to me, seeking an escape. One day in January, after cycling around ...

The sprawling ragamuffin of a market was held around Sclater St and Cheshire St. They were lined with stalls, which also edged into the dilapidated old warehouses plus improvised sales pitches ...

On this first day of the year let us contemplate those places of going out and coming in, specifically the old gates of the City of London. Discovering the sixteenth century figures of Old King Lud ...

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.