We’ve had a bit of a hiatus on the blog since the end of January caused partly by the fact that I had a cold, and partly by some general upheavals in the building which have occupied us somewhat. Both Isabel and I have been working on posts which require a bit more work than usual to do properly so this week I decided to pull some Photo Survey pictures off the back burner and do a relatively straightforward post.
Princes Place fits the description backwater as I’ve used it on other occasions. (Here, and in other posts – try this one.) It’s a narrow street which makes its way from Queensdale Road to Princedale Road near to Holland Park Avenue. Try navigating it now on Google Street View and you’ll see some modern flats, some walls at the backs of gardens and a few original houses. But it was a bit more varied back in 1970, when most of these pictures were taken.
This particular image has always been a favourite of mine because of a detail in the bottom left of the picture.
That dog, who seems to be engaged in quiet contemplation of some canine matter, not bothered by the photographer. Perhaps he’s decoding some olfactory clue in his immediate vicinity. It’s the internet of dogs, their sense of small. A little way to the rear a woman leans on her garden gate. She may be the dog’s solicitous owner, wondering what he’s up to. Or she may be keeping an eye out in case he wanders in through that open gate in front of him. We’ll never know. But I think I can detect a thoughtful look to him (or her). At one point I considered doing a post entirely about animals caught randomly by our photographer, but I’ll leave that for another day.
With its terraced houses and gardens, the street looks more substantial than it does today but to orientate us, here is the narrow entrance in Queensdale Road,
The building on the right is still there, and that shuttered garage entrance can still be found.
The street looks pleasant enough to me. Homely, if a bit ramshackle about the edges. Are these back gardens, perhaps?
The house on the right is definitely quirky, almost rural.
Slightly further along is some demolition, with one exposed interior.
Further detail of the ongoing work in other houses. Princes Place, as people in 1970 knew it, wasn’t long for this world.
Below, a man perches on top of an empty house.
Look back at the dog picture and you might just be able to make him out again.
The same picture has a man on a bicycle in the distance
Here he is again on the edge of this picture.
Experiencing some slight difficulty, I think
These pictures invariably allow us to to see some cars of the period.
The rather ugly Ford Anglia (does anyone have fond memories of those?).
And a Vauxhall.
The estate version of…the Victor? (I’m sure someone can confirm this or correct me.)
Equally invariably in back street,s a working vehicle attached to a nearby garage.
And a variety of buildings.
The intriguing 17a, home of some eccentric person I hope.
And at the end of the road…
The aforementioned garage, named after the street.
Note that this is not the same entrance.
Sales and servicing available within.
This view looking back.
You can see the entrance to the garage, a Morris Minor “woody”, the only car subject to dry rot, and in the distance of course, the same man on the same bicycle (his third appearance you will have noticed.)
Take a walk through what is still a backwater today, virtually or actually, and you will will only see a few remnants of how the secluded enclave of Princes Place looked in 1970.
I’m writing my way back in to blogging in this post, getting myself moving again after a period of exhaustion. But I’m not complaining. Mortality has not been idle while I took a breather. I’ll just mention the sad death of one of the country’s funniest men, Jeremy Hardy. Another name added to the roll call of the News Quiz, and I’m Sorry I haven’t a Clue.