<img class="alignright size-thumbnail wp-image-341" style="border: 1px solid black;" src="http://dev.wildandwoollyshop.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/IMG_20140516_144902-150×150.jpg" alt="IMG_20140516_144902" width="150" height="150" srcset="http://www.wildandwoollyshop.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/IMG_20140516_144902-150×150.jpg 150w, http://www.wildandwoollyshop.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/IMG_20140516_144902-170×170.jpg 170w, http://www.wildandwoollyshop.co agile description.uk/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/IMG_20140516_144902-320×320.jpg 320w, http://www.wildandwoollyshop.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/IMG_20140516_144902-540×540.jpg 540w, http://www.wildandwoollyshop.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/IMG_20140516_144902-100×100.jpg 100w” sizes=”(max-width: 150px) 100vw, 150px” />Yes, this title is cheesy, and as someone who hails from the lactose intolerant of eastern Europe, I should really avoid cheese altogether. But sometimes a moment creeps up and you just feel the love. Maybe there’s no need to apologise but an explanation might be helpful: It’s boiling hot, I can’t leave the shop, everyone is walking down the street to the park in their shades and strappy tops and Tolga, the barber from 116A pops in with a fresh green coconut for me from the Caribbean import-export guy at 114a, and well.. what’s not to love?! Here’s the list so far..
- There’s a guy who does handstands on the door step of the house opposite all the time, which is a nice contrast with all the other right-way-up people.
- Very good coffee, sometimes featuring rock stars.
- Fresh coconuts from the Oliver Light Removal and Shipping Service man at 114 A who lops the tops off with his panga just like the guys the on Tiwi beach when cool coconut milk magically made sore 6 year old sun burnt shoulders stop hurting.
- A fanastic wool shop (ok – that’s a bit naughty as it’s my shop so you might say I’m bound to say that but you’ve got to admit it’s a plus to have a wool shop at all, even if it wasn’t mine – right?)
- Palm 2. I’m afraid this little list isn’t nearly big enough to say why Palm 2 is a reason to love Lower Clapton Road. You have to go there to find out. Really.
- Rye bread, pickled cucumbers and garlic sausage from the Polski Sklep at 114. Mmmmhhh.
- The barbers. The first time I visited the shop with the estate agent, Tolga gave me a cup of turkish tea from his samovar. And since then, he all the others (never quite sure who’s grooming/being groomed/just fat-chewing/hanging on etc…) have never stopped being helpful, reassuring and encouraging.
- Clapton girls coming from home from school, shrieking and giggling about the school-day gossip, and waving at me whilst explaining that that’s “Maya’s mum’s shop!”
- ..to follow (just seeing to a customer)