One couldn't mistake this tiny slice of my drive home for Hampstead ... although, of course, it's an interesting question why not. It's often a recognition game that I play with myself: how, if I take a random view like this, do I know I'm in X country. Here - not a palm tree in sight, so it must be ... I always think that telegraph wires and other bits of communications infrastructure are the most obvious giveaway - so that might include the road markings. And then there are the strange flat gates, like solid flags. Anyway, I'm back.
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