While planning a new print of the old Crouch End, I started drifting into a watercolour reverie of the scene. Its not geographically correct but who cares when you're dreaming. The Aber Hotel seems to have completely disappeared, and there's an ominous cloud hanging over Holloway.
One day I'll put all these Crouch End pictures onto a map and connect them together. It would take up a lot of wall space.