We thought we’d visit Pudding Mill Lane for two reasons. Firstly, we’d never heard of it before and secondly, because it sounds like such a brilliant place. Just say the name – Pudding Mill Lane – it sounds like the kind of place Willy Wonka would live, with a long, winding, flower-lined road that leads to a mill which makes all manner of delicious puddings. I am sad to say that in every respect we were very, very wrong.
My suspicions were initially aroused when we were the only two people to get off the train at Pudding Mill Lane station. Not only that, but as we were doing so, everyone else on the train stared at us as though they knew something we clearly didn’t. Unperturbed, we went to explore the area around the station and it soon became clear that this place has absolutely nothing going for it. It’s the kind of place where you start to wonder whether people would ever hear your screams. There were no people, no houses, no shops, no pubs, and only the occasional car passing by to remind us that this wasn’t an urban version of the Blair Witch Project. To be fair to it though, Pudding Mill Lane does have a massive scrap yard if you're into that kind of thing.
After wandering around long enough to get a little bit spooked by it all, we took some photos and decided to head back to civilisation with one burning question on our minds– why on earth does such a desolate place need its own tube stop?
(Mark Allen and Tamsyn East)
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