This afternoon I had a little errand to run in Amwell Street and took a few photos on the way. I hope this makes up for the lack of pictures in this morning’s post 🙂
St Mark’s and my curly tree
Though I have photographed Myddelton Square and St Mark’s Church many times already, I photographed the church and my “curly tree” again because they shone so becomingly in the sunlight. Having “discovered” the curvaceous tree on the corner, I have become very fond of it and always look for it when I pass this way.
Georgian-style door with fanlight
I have photographed and written about Georgian houses and their features, including their doors and fanlights but this one seemed such a good example of the genre that I photographed it too. The fanlight is a particularly fine one, simple, delicately elegant with the house number in the centre.
Notice too, the boot scraper to the left of the doorstep. All the houses once had one or even two of these but many have become broken or have been removed. The streets are no longer as muddy – or strewn with horse dung – as they were in Victorian times, so the boot scrapers have lost their function. Those that remain are souvenirs of a past age.
Looking south along Amwell Street
Amwell Street is our “village high street”, though it is not like any village high street you have ever seen. For one thing, half the shops never open because their occupants now do their business online. Others are specialist shops or designer clothes shops. Yet we still have a vet’s surgery, a dry cleaner’s, a coffee shop, a delicatessen, a chemist’s and three – yes, three – barbers. We also have a pillar box which is a reminder of the post office that was so rudely snatched away from us.
If you visually follow the line of parked cars on the right, you may just about make out the red awning. That is the famous Myddelton’s delicatessen where we often buy our coffee.
Looking north along Amwell Street
Oh yes, and of course, we have the pub, called The George & Monkey. The publican is the one called George but I have yet to meet the monkey.
King’s Chemist’s
And finally, this is the chemist’s shop – or pharmacy, if you prefer – the object of my errand. I don’t know how old the pharmacy is but would guess it is Victorian. Inside, among other period features, it has the typical set of wooden drawers marked with the abbreviated Latin names of their chemical contents.
If you thought I also popped into Myddelton’s for takeaway coffee, then you would would be right! If and when some kind of normality resumes and life picks up its interrupted rhythm, we shall have fewer opportunities to call in to the deli and we shall miss it. We have become so used to our present way of life that it is “normal” life that will seem anomalous to us then.