Wherever you go in London, even in the poshest, trendiest, most-upcomingest areas, you will find little secret corners of urban decay and neglect.
Maybe they are in use, but not tarted up. Maybe they are areas that are subject to dispute between contending landowners. Maybe they are owned by someone who doesn’t give a shit. No matter. They are interesting.
I like to think of them as London’s subconscious. London Dreaming. Maybe a taste of what London would be if we all move out to The Country, or turn to zombies and eat each other, or fly to Mars.
Here, with the (in)famous Clissold Leisure Centre in the background (cost: at least £32,000,000!!!!), a lovely bit of crumbling concrete, rampant creeper and weeds.
Looks like no one has been there years. Yet it’s actuallly on super-trendy Stoke Newington Church St.