Gardening: a seat with a view
In E. M. Forster’s 1908 novel A Room with a View, while on holiday in Florence Lucy Honeychurch...
Read MorePosted by Helen Nugent | Oct 28, 2022 | Northern Soul writes..., We burn witches
In E. M. Forster’s 1908 novel A Room with a View, while on holiday in Florence Lucy Honeychurch...
Read MorePosted by Helen Nugent | Sep 23, 2022 | Enterprise, Northern Soul writes..., We burn witches
Is there anything more quintessentially English than a cottage garden border? I can see it in my...
Read MorePosted by Helen Nugent | Sep 12, 2022 | Enterprise, Northern Soul writes..., We burn witches
There’s a rose in my garden which looks like a raspberry ripple ice cream. The Rosa Ferdinand...
Read MorePosted by Helen Nugent | Aug 22, 2022 | Northern Soul writes..., Taste, We burn witches
There’s a card on my wall which sums me up perfectly. A present from my sister, it reads:...
Read MorePosted by Helen Nugent | Jul 23, 2022 | Northern Soul writes..., We burn witches
It’s odd how your priorities change as you get older. In my younger days I lived in London with...
Read More@rachiesedds Ex-display so had a lovely discount. We love a proper bargain at Northern Soul.
We went to John Lewis for new towels for Northern Soul Towers and came home with a Philippe Starck chair. Even Seamus the Northern Soul Cat is judging us. pic.twitter.com/vvib2ylN6i
"Oberman delivers a spellbinding performance, a performance of a lifetime" @AlfredSearls see The Merchant of Venice at HOME, Manchester northernsoul.me.uk/theatre-re… ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ @HOME_mcr @TracyAnnO pic.twitter.com/v2XPIMV4Yg
"I’m keen to see Sir Monty of Don with his hands in the soil, coaxing plants into the world." Helen Nugent, the Editor of Northern Soul, senses that spring is in the air. northernsoul.me.uk/gardening-… @TheMontyDon @GWandShows @GWmag #gardens #gardening pic.twitter.com/ErlNazX6lP
Thought for the Day: ‘Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And ’tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.’ - William Wordsworth pic.twitter.com/W081Iq3XPc