Mistletoe’s ability to flourish in the depths of winter has made it as a symbol of fertility and life through the centuries, but it was the Victorians who popularised the ‘kissing ball’, a collection ...

In celebration of the 100th birthday yesterday of Sally Flood, the Whitechapel poet, here are a selection of her poems accompanied with photographs by John Claridge. Life has many doorways To educate ...

“I had always written, as a child,” admitted Sally Flood with a shrug, “but it wasn’t stuff you showed.” For years, when her thoughts wandered whilst working in the factory in Princelet St, Sally ...

This year, Robson has made affordable houses at £45 each and every one is fitted with a solar panel. If you leave it on a window sill, it will charge in daylight, light up automatically at dusk and ...

If you were to take a turning off the Strand, walk down Essex St, then descend Milford Stairs to Milford Lane, emerging within the shadow of the nineteenth century edifice of Two Temple Place, then ...

I am delighted to publish these extracts from BUG WOMAN LONDON – a graduate of my blog writing course who has been publishing posts online for over ten years now. The author set out to explore our ...

‘Christmas preparations are underway as two bakers prepare a magnificent Twelfth Cake complete with elaborate paste decorations. At the end of the table, a gentleman makes a batch of gingerbread ...

Contributing Photographer Sarah Ainslie & I made the trip over to Leytonstone to pay homage to Cordelia – known as ‘Dee’ – Tocqueville, the undisputed queen of East End Lollipop Ladies, who has been ...

There is the London we know and the London we remember, and then there is the London that is lost to us but recalled by old photographs. Yet beyond all this lies another London which is long forgotten ...

Here are the East Enders of the nineteen seventies as pictured by photographer Tony Bock in the days when he worked for the East London Advertiser – the poncey dignitaries, the comb-over tories, the ...

“The devastation of the square was pitiful to see. I only saw one man all the time I paced the square, and he had one foot in the grave. The April evening was chill and the sky overcast, but a ...