The high street is partly coffee shops, partly interior design boutiques and partly in flux. The town’s longstanding jewellers is currently morphing into a barbershop, Lisa’s ladies clothes shop is pivoting to dog grooming and the Post Office appears to be housed in a former Thorntons. Gerrards Cross’s children are fortunate enough to have somewhere they can buy Lego, and their parents spoiled for choice regarding silver and grey objets d’art to decorate their homes. As for Lighting Matters, purveyors of Total Lighting Solutions, its owner was inexplicably standing in his shop doorway wearing a bowler hat with a lightbulb on it and playing Molly Malone on the accordion. attracting nobody. An incredibly GX eyes: A one-man band sporting a top hat, drumkit, purple vuvuzela, plastic chicken and bucket of champagne, walking across Packhorse Road bridge.
They don’t all have high laurel hedges and entrance gates, many are just four-bedroomed detached piles with a magnolia and multiple parking spaces out front, but they do all scream ‘comfortably off’ from their gabled rooftops. If you live in a semi in Gerrards Cross you’ve done very badly for yourself, relatively speaking. Gardens are often extensive, and homes generally named (Beechwood, Silver Birches, The Dells) rather than numbered. It all means housing density is remarkably low – barely 8000 people live here – and the encircling Green Belt means hardly any new homes are being added anywhere. A very GX sight: A delivery driver with a luxury bouquet buzzing on the intercom at the top of the drive while being yapped at by a chocolate labrador. Continue reading “However, Gerrards Mix is generally properties, higher huge charming of them upwards leafy avenues”