By Averil Mansfield. I first met Sue at her ‘Cello Love’ event, which is a two-day gathering of amateur cellists. It was just one of several relaxed, welcoming orchestral sessions which she organises, usually at the Primrose Hill Community Centre. […]
By the Mole on the Hill. What’s that building down there, Grandad? That’s Oldfield. Where the old people live. Oh really? That’s right, lass. There’s some bright sparks live there. David William Justice, aged 72, lives in Oldfield and he […]
Mick and I from were going through some papers in the office the other day and found a very old programme of events for the Primrose Hill Community Centre. There used to be a bar in the Lower Hall every Friday, Saturday and Sunday! That’s a lot of […]
By Eleanor Sturdy. If you have lived in Primrose Hill for a while, you have probably bought apples or a Christmas tree from Yeoman’s, where Nigel Grundy worked for over 25 years. I caught up with Nigel recently as he […]
You may have seen Natasha Kumar on Primrose Hill, plus Dalmatians. You might have caught her art in Marylebone’s Railings Gallery. Her first success was at the age of 17, showing at the Royal Academy Summer Exhibition. Since then through […]
By The Mole on the Hill. There was this woman a bit back and she took a photograph of a little girl with a backpack walking up the hill on a grassy track. Black and white. Could have been anywhere. […]
by David Edwards. I remember the 1940s in Regent’s Park Road when all the shops had big blinds fitted. Most were sign-written with the name of the shop, and their purpose was to keep the shop cool in summer. If […]
By Ylwa Warghusen. The day when On The Hill meets local artist Sophia Langmead at her studio in the heart of the village, the rain is constant and the wind turns umbrellas inside out. But once inside it is another […]
Margaret Leibbrandt, long-time resident and familiar face in Primrose Hill, died in September. She lived in Jacqueline House in the Oldfield estate for over fifteen years. Friend and local resident Judy Rich remembers her. Margaret and I shared a love […]
By Ylwa Warghusen It is a sunny autumn day when local potter Fliff Carr, clad in bright blue overalls, greets me in her Primrose Hill studio. Fliff (a family nickname from when she was about six months old) is charming, […]
