ANGLESEY ABBEY near Cambridge offers one of the finest winter gardens in the South, displaying a remarkable riot of colour at the dullest time of the year. Run by the National Trust, and included in the Royal Horticultural Society handbook, it’s a sight not to be missed.
The Friends of Waterlow Park is organising a coach trip to Anglesey Abbey on Saturday 16th February, leaving from Lauderdale House at 9.30am and back in London by 5pm. We’d be delighted if you joined us!
Prices range from £13.00 – £23.50 (depending on whether you’re a member of the FOWP and/or National Trust or RHS). Children are a flat £13 each. Any profit made will go towards the Waterlow Park improvement funds.
For more information email Patricia Walby on patricia@waterlowpark.org.uk or call her on 0207 209 1659 or go to the website: www.waterlowpark.org.uk
Come and join us to help plant a new orchard! The London Orchard Project will be joining us to plant our 11 Fruit Trees.
We hope to also be joined by some guests from Camden as well as our local supporters.
All welcome. Come and be prepared to muck in!
School fair. Fun for all the family.
Plant Heritage GRAND PLANT SALE (NCCPG) Specialist Nurseries at St Michaels School, North Hill, Highgate N6 4BG Saturday 30th April 10am-3. 30pm.
Combining text with choreography, video and specially commissioned music, Declining Solo is the sequel to Two Destination Language’s award-winning Near Gone. A woman returns to visit her family home and misses the one thing she values most: the father she remembers.
“It’s in a place where there’s singing and dancing and eating and drinking and being merry, and of friendships and familial links, as the total core of communities. It’s in a place where we still have mountains unadorned. And where the summer smells of sun, and the winter smells of burning coal.”
Combining text with choreography, video and specially commissioned music, Declining Solo is the sequel to Two Destination Language’s award-winning Near Gone. A woman returns to visit her family home and misses the one thing she values most: the father she remembers.
“It’s in a place where there’s singing and dancing and eating and drinking and being merry, and of friendships and familial links, as the total core of communities. It’s in a place where we still have mountains unadorned. And where the summer smells of sun, and the winter smells of burning coal.”
What are little girls made of?
They are made of the forest floor, the blood of the moon cycle, the fluttering of wings and the turning of keys. They are made of sweat, howling notes and desire. They are made of night scented stock – heady and sweet, the lily and the rose, the knife and the rope.
They are made of all the tales our Mothers told us.
And all the ones they didn’t dare.
Using circus as a physical vocabulary, the award-winning Proteus will translate the fever dream style of Angela Carter’s macabre fairy tales to the stage. The Bloody Chamber is a heady, erotic, and surprisingly funny re-phrasing of some of the most famous folk and fairy tales in Western culture.
At a moment when women and men across the country confront the double standards of safety, sex, and the fears of what goes bump in the night, Carter’s incendiary caustic take on fairy stories as cautionary tales could not be a more formidable challenge to the status quo.
What are little girls made of?
They are made of the forest floor, the blood of the moon cycle, the fluttering of wings and the turning of keys. They are made of sweat, howling notes and desire. They are made of night scented stock – heady and sweet, the lily and the rose, the knife and the rope.
They are made of all the tales our Mothers told us.
And all the ones they didn’t dare.
Using circus as a physical vocabulary, the award-winning Proteus will translate the fever dream style of Angela Carter’s macabre fairy tales to the stage. The Bloody Chamber is a heady, erotic, and surprisingly funny re-phrasing of some of the most famous folk and fairy tales in Western culture.
At a moment when women and men across the country confront the double standards of safety, sex, and the fears of what goes bump in the night, Carter’s incendiary caustic take on fairy stories as cautionary tales could not be a more formidable challenge to the status quo.