The Village of the Damned
At the weekend thro’ our letter box arrived the good news. Opening up the lovely estate agent styled leaflet from our Council, creatively titled “Mini-Holland Waltham Forest”, was a map showing, in a limey green, Walthamstow village – and it included Poet’s Corner.
No longer do we have to mutter apologetically “on the borders of…” when friends enquire if we live in the Village. Now we can, with confidence, reply “At its heart, old bean!”
House prices will double now we are in the village. Quaint coffee bars and new eateries will pop up on the corner of Browns and Milton Roads; artisan cheese-makers, bread kneaders and cobblers will add that “je ne sais quoi” to our little piece of ‘eaven.
We will have to compete with the newly created Markhouse and Blackhorse Villages just across Hoe Street, but let’s admit it they just don’t have the cache or the rustic feel of “Walthamstow Village”.
We’re planning installing street signs on the lines of “Quiet please, you’re entering Poets’ Corner, Walthamstow Village.” Or something similar. Also, a few residents are already considering petitioning the Post Office to provide a more appropriate Postal Code.
This will, of course, be a godsend to the innumerable estate agents on Hoe Street. I knew something was afoot when Foxtons arrived, but in my wildest dreams I did not expect this.
A friend of mine who’d recently moved from Poets' Corner to Cambridge and visiting her old haunts the other weekend commented that Walthamstow is really on the up. I can’t wait to tell her the latest news. No chance now of her being able to afford to move back.