Ah down that end. I was born at number 16, which is at the top of the bottom part, odd detached house with a turret. My mother remembers some old ladies leaning on the doorbell by mistake one day who had lived there when it was built (1898 I think, it has a plaque). Used to have a big Italian population who would make their own wine, and I am sure my interest in food came from watching them make ravioli in the shop in Highbury barn (new owners now, but nice exterior).