Many years ago we decided we needed a garden. After months of hunting we found a house in Herne Hill in South London. Being off the tube grid it was cheaper than the equivalent house in Clapham even though the trains to Victoria and Blackfriars took 15 minutes.
Today what used to be the traffic and bus clogged road by the station is shut to through traffic. And closed for an excellent market on Sunday. The cafes, bakeries and delis are testament to new affluence.
It’s a mix of people, different styles and accents but in gaining it has also lost some. The wood yard for instance and the old fashioned pub. And the fishmonger.
It’s like the seasons these changes. Not better just different.
The flats are full. People ply their trades. Work is created. And the trains still send teeming hordes into the centre.
You’d be hard pressed to pinpoint when any major changes occured. The first decent restaurant came in the early 80s. Charity shops in the 90s now reducing in number. Building societies and banks going, estate agents coming.
My favourite part is the park. Brockwell. A bit like parks of old. Mostly grass and trees. I can watch the seasons from here. The leaves colouring and dropping. Frost and mud. Spring showers and seering summer sun. It changes but you have to pause to notice.
The pictures were taken in Brockwell Park and Herne Hill market today.