I had watched Richard III meet a bloody end at Bosworth, come face to face with a plague victim, stood in the shadow of a mighty trebuchet, and been put on trial for my life. And it was barely lunchti

The Bank of England, Threadneedle Street, London EC2

As Paul and I wander along sun-dappled paths through ancient woodland, a multitude of birds singing their hearts out, it’s hard to believe we’re still in Greater London. Wind back a few days…. We had

To walk around a midwinter garden on a fine day when everything has shrunk down to its essential elements is like walking around a gallery. You can take your time, see things with fresh eyes and be ch

Between a Constable resonating with Nature and a Castiglione blaring with turbulence, a picture by Algernon Newton captured the quietude of absolute stillness

Cultural Crusader