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Lamb’s Conduit Street: the perfect London thoroughfare



With the Premier League over and a lack of live football on the television, I was forced to actually do something with my Sunday, rather than sit back, eat ham and drive myself mad listening to Richard Keys and Andy Gray talk about zonal marking on The Last Word.

That something was a brilliant, lazy walk around Bloomsbury and Holborn, the former known for being the home of London’s university, the latter a quiet central neighbourhood that still retains a flavour of its past as a working class residential area.





Holborn’s greatest triumph is the exquisite Lamb’s Conduit Street, a north-to-south, mostly pedestrianised road, that boasts an unrivalled selection of independent shops. And, when I say “independent”, I don't just mean organic yoghurt shops set up by well-heeled Islingtonites as something to do with all the money they earned before the crash. I mean proper stores that actually sell stuff you want to buy.





Lamb’s Conduit Street boasts, amongst other things, a great bike shop, an old fashioned tailor and outlets for Oliver Spencer, One True Saxon and Folk, the Scottish/moddish gents’ outfitter. It’s also home to A France, the undertakers that brought the body of Nelson back from Trafalgar. And don’t forget The Lamb, an absolute cracker of a boozer, perfect for post-work pint and packet of cheese ’n’ onion McCoy’s. The very thought of it is making me feel all thirsty…



Nearest tubes are Holborn and Russell Square.