Up, past the Orange Tree pub, into Totteridge village, there was evidence of Storm Doris with some branches and fences down. The wet roads roared as the cars went past: I tried to imagine how peaceful and idyllic Totteridge might be with no traffic. After passing St. Andrews Church (1), the war memorial (2) and a few joggers, we joined Barnet Lane (3).
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We followed the road down past the Totteridge Academy ("The best in everyone™") (4) and the Barnet Table Tennis Centre (very tempted to join) (5) to the closed-down Underhill Stadium (former home to Barnet Football Club) (6).
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From there it was a slightly uneventful walk back along the grey roads past a couple of attractive, rusting old cars (7) to the edge of Brook Farm Open Space, and over the railway bridge (8) into Whetstone.
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The suburban streets we explored offered little of interest, although a few notes of a saxophone could be heard drifting on the wind. After a visit to the cashpoint on the High Road, it was a weary trudge down the hill, past the tube, past the village notice board advertising a Dame Vera Lynn "tea party" (9), past a "7" birthday balloon flapping in a tree, and home.
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Miles walked: 5.
Cats spotted: 1.
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