This morning, instead of taking my usual route to the tube station, I took the road less travelled.
How can it be that I have lived in my house for over a year, yet I have never until this morning noticed the following four things:
1. The house next door - around the corner, actually, but adjoining our garden. A supremely ugly little construction, barely more than a shack, but with a grand name: Marino House.
2. St Cuthbert's Church. Saint Cuthbert? Obviously C of E.
3. The house where artist David Bomberg lived and worked.
4. I live in quite a lovely area.