After 300 years of weather and two world wars, the Sycamore Gap tree could not survive the spite of a saw

In her latest exclusive poem, Frieda Hughes mourns the late, great tree at Hadrian’s Wall – and also muses on what it feels like to be a ‘fugitive’ in London, late at night...

The major advancements of The Minor Hotels Group Are being celebrated at Manzi’s in Soho, and I am invited (Frieda Hughes)

A LONDON MARATHON

As my last guest leaves my gallery’s first opening on the fourth day,

Their arms embracing a painting bought on their way out at 10pm,