As much as bofo and I are planning offshore ourselves to the Kentish Countryside (try saying that dear spoonerists) … I do *heart* Clapham, the town in which I was born, and have pathologically gravitated towards ever since.
These are some (Hipstermatic) photos, I have taken recently of my home town this Springtime.
I *heart* the common most of all, because it feels like you are a zillion miles away from the traffic and the city, all sound is sucked into the space.
I also like the rooks. Especially this one, who is crossing the road:
And the bandstand, which I have obsessed about, since I read A Walk in the Park by Anthony Browne (a wonderful trippy childrens book, about love across the class divide, which was only released for one year, then replaced by the not-nearly-as-good Voices in the Park) . The bandstand should be the scene for all my future weddings, imagine it draped in Parisian grosgrain vintage ribbon and blossom branches…
This time of year there is the Clapham Common Fun Fair – which smells all candyflossy and smokey:
I’ve always rather fancied myself as potential fun fair folk.
Of course, in Clapham, there is always a nice place for brunch:
…and to buy some flowers from, my my I do love anemones:
It’s best this time of year before the common gets swamped with all the people who forget about it over the winter…when I swear it is at its most beautiful: