Magnolias of Hampstead: location, dates and times


Oops. Reader, I forgot to tell you these details, yesterday:

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Magnolias of Hampstead

Location: Burgh House, New End Square, London NW3.
​Dates: 19 to 23 Feb
​Opening hours: 10 am to 4pm (Weds, Thurs, Fri and Sunday)

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Eager to promote this exhibition, I watched a social media expert talk about making videos that go viral.

He seemed to know what he was talking about.

I followed his instructions and made a couple of <1m videos.

Here’s one: https://www.instagram.com/reel/DGJGnidtfZr/​

Let me know what you think!

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Till next time.

JPF

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