Monday, 20 June 2011

Our house, in the middle of our street

In March, we moved from our quiet suburban area to across the road from a major station - Clapham Junction. We saw the move as an opportunity to taste 'inner city' living. 

We're already used to the convenience of shopping on the 3min walk home from the station, the 5min walk to a major supermarket and crossing the road to get to the gym. I enjoy the saxophone playing busker who starts up about 10pm.

One of the most interesting parts about living on the junction is the range of people out and about. As a major public transport hub, many are passing through, rushing to get home, to work or out. Some live locally, some as locally as on the street. There's students, yuppies and couples with young kids and drunk people. There are people dressed to the hilt (Ascot Races last week so fascinators and top hats were key), arty-types, English-rose types, business suits, those in costume for the Sunday session at the Grand (opposite our house), cyclists and sport players.

The world is made up of all types and pretty much all of them pass through Clapham Junction.

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