Some musings on East Ham.
A change is in the air. The mood in East Ham is one of flux. Just off High Street South, the White Horse pub has been brought crashing down; the plot will be re-developed. I am no great drum-banger for the pub – its St George’s flags draped over all the windows gave the interior a dark, gloomy mien, and the pub itself had a certain reputation. It was of its time. But in its place will rise some flats (of course) out of keeping with the Victorian redbrick surrounding it.
The flats will be a smaller sibling to the massive Upton Gardens development that has been so lustily plunged into by Barratt and Gallimard. Money talks: and it is singing loudly in E13, the pace of the works carried out at the breakneck pace that is only undertaken when there’s a pot of gold at the end of the…
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