As a student in Newcastle in the early 1990s, one of my favourite things was meeting my Gran in Jesmond Dene.Read the full story..
There’s a small, dark space in the bowels of Manchester’s Corn Exchange called ‘The Dead Room’. Rumoured to be the spot where two druid lines intersect, it’s an unnerving place, not least because it’s permanently ice-cold and pitch-black.Read the full story..
Phil Griffin was my favourite City Life writer – that Manchester magazine, when it was a magazine, was the first place I came across his elegant and highly personal architectural prose.Read the full story..
The thought of what might have been exerts a powerful hold on the imagination. To support our boundless appetite for the game of ‘what if’ we build elaborate castles in the air; castles erected purely on foundations of conjecture, and constructed from materials found in our minds.Read the full story..
Manchester city centre evolves at such a rate of knots these days, it’s entirely possible to feel disorientated if you’ve been away for a fortnight. So there’s something rather reassuring about the knowledge that parts of it haven’t changed for a long time.Read the full story..
Over the last century, Ancoats in Manchester has seen a period of massive change. Victorian mills, where many toiled to make ends meet, are now expensive apartment blocks. But one building which stood firm in the face of this gentrification has been under threat.Read the full story..
When John and Sue Rudden took on a three storey Georgian residence in North Yorkshire they had little idea that the next few years would be some of the toughest they had ever known.Read the full story..
Northern Soul Awards 2017
Congratulations to all the winners at the Northern Soul Awards 2017. It was a cracking night. For the full list, click here http://awards.northernsoul.me.uk/2017-winners
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