It being sunny and not too hot, I thought I would bicycle to see Peter Barber’s housing development in Enfield, not least because I have been meaning to explore the further reaches of the River Lea, where it turns more desolate, a landscape of open fields and pylons next to the reservoirs which presumably provide water to London.

The estate is in Barber’s standard idiom, more Berber than London vernacular, a terrace with idiosyncratic fenestration. It nearly killed me to get there:-