Architects

One of the builders who used to work TB held architects in very poor regard, being quite convinced that none of them had a clue about the basics of building. About how, for example, you kept water out of a building. Then yesterday, unusually turning west out of Earlsfield Station, rather than east, I came across some evidence for his point of view.

In the form of some very shoddy detailing on a row of houses which looked as if they dated from the seventies of the last century.

The use of large tiles in this context was both ugly and unsound, unsound because, being in reach of the pavement, a fair proportion of them had been bashed, broken or chipped. And a fair proportion of the timber fascias were badly rotted. Shoddy detailing indeed.

But an interesting stretch of road, a reminder that inner London suburbs used to be home to all kinds of light industry before estate agents and financial services took over.