Your typical Saturday might start at the farmers’ market on the Village High Street. You’ll see dogs in tartan coats, kids covered in pastry, and a queue for the bread that’s a full 20 minutes long. Yes, it’s that good.
Then there’s Harrow Recreation Ground—the big park at the bottom of the hill. It’s where people practice yoga badly, kick footballs at each other’s heads, and feed extremely entitled pigeons. It’s messy, happy, and exactly what a local park should be.
