Moving east, on the border of the ‘design quarter’ and into the affluent past (antiques). Beyond, a kind of no man’s land of estates and a parade of everyday shops (an abundance of chemists and absence of coffee chains). A return to decadence. Cafes and boutiques, a constant shift in scenery (‘Stockpot’ now a memory). Older fixtures doggedly remain. The Moravian Church and grounds (a kind of oasis) and, across the road, the ‘haywire clock’ spinning quietly to remind anyone who cares to observe, the vagaries of time. Walking into a biting wind and recalling the BBC documentary that once chronicled the characters in and on the route of the No 31 bus.