i grew up on Alma Road, in the shadow of the estate. Four pastel oblongs, super-chill sentinels watching over the melancholy marshland that Ponders End squats in, all of us knee deep in the Lea.

i went there and took some pictures, saw some places i hadn't in a while.

Saw where they are building Dujardin Mews, the first social housing to be build in Enfield for decades.

But Charlotte Dujardin never lived in Enfield.

She might have been born here but she lived her life in Leighton Buzzard, and when she won those gold medals she probably didn’t think fondly of how proud we would all be whenever we walked past that golden postbox.

She’s probably never seen it.

She probably didn’t think of how she might one day inspire kids growing up in one of the borough’s most deprived wards to take up dressage and ride a dancing horse out of poverty.

i doubt anyone thought that far ahead.

On my way i walked past the studios where they broadcast ModeFM. i spoke to the guy who runs it later that night because you must remember i was, at the time, a 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝.

About the systemic bias in the consultations.

About the misrepresentation of residential support.

About the proportion of social housing on the estate dropping from 75% to 20%.

It just pushes people further out, out of London really. I think that’s why they do it, you know? They’re not gonna make it affordable housing, they’ll probably do it up a little bit and then stick a normal house price on them.

& i thought to myself: that’s a good point well made.