Annual Community Event Demonstrates That People Enjoy Being Outside Together When the Weather Cooperates

By Lowri Griffiths | The London Prat

The Crouch End Festival returned last weekend and I went because I live in Crouch End and it was on and the weather was acceptable, which is the triple condition that produces attendance at local festivals in London and which was met this year with a pleasantness that I did not want to take for granted given June’s usual unreliability. It was nice. This is my review. The Scotch egg from the artisan food stall near the bandstand was also nice. The children’s workshop where small people painted things that would be displayed on the kitchen fridge until Christmas was also nice. Everything was nice, which is a word I use more often than my writing tutors taught me to use it but which accurately describes the specific quality of a local festival on a good day.

The Festival: Its Character

The Crouch End Festival occupies the specific cultural niche of the London neighbourhood festival: it is local rather than aspirationally regional, serves the people who live there rather than attracting visitors, and generates the specific community warmth that comes from encountering your neighbours in an outdoor setting where everyone is in a good mood because they are eating a Scotch egg and it is not raining. I saw my upstairs neighbour for the first time in four months. We discussed the recycling situation, which is a conversation we have not managed to have indoors despite sharing a building and a recycling bin. The festival solved this problem.

The music programme included a jazz quartet that was excellent, a folk duo that was very good, and a covers band that played a Fleetwood Mac song in a way that made several people near me dance who had clearly been waiting for an excuse to dance all afternoon. The food stalls represented the North London food ecology accurately: Ethiopian, Vietnamese, artisan British, Caribbean, and the specific category of expensive sandwiches with interesting ingredients that no neighbourhood festival is complete without.

What Community Events Actually Do

I write with enough cynicism about London’s cost of living, housing crisis, and political management that I should note when something works. The Crouch End Festival works. It produces the thing that community events are supposed to produce: the physical experience of being in a specific place with specific people who share that place, which creates the specific kind of social bond that justifies the effort of organizing it and the willingness of people to leave their flats on a Saturday afternoon when they could technically stay in and watch something on Netflix. Community is an outcome, not a programme. But programmes can produce outcomes when they are organised with the care that the Crouch End Festival is organised with, and this one is.

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Lowri Griffiths writes from North London with the directness of someone who has watched the city change around her and formed views about whether the changes are improvements. London in 2026 remains simultaneously extraordinary and exhausting, beautiful and unaffordable, among the world’s great cities and among its most difficult to live in without inherited wealth or an income in the top decile. She covers it because it is where she lives and because the story it tells about urban life, economic inequality, culture, and community in the twenty-first century is worth telling with honesty and occasional outrage. She does not claim to be neutral. She claims to be accurate, which is harder and more useful.

I started writing about North London because I lived here and nobody was writing about it the way I wanted to read about it: honestly, with affection and criticism in equal measure, without the twee village-in-the-city framing that lifestyle journalism uses and without the class anxiety that serious journalism uses when it notices that people are paying extortionate rents to live somewhere that has a good bus service and a Waitrose. North London is a place where people actually live, and living somewhere is more complicated than either of those framings captures. I write the complication. Lowri Griffiths, bigsmokebrokecom.

The North London I cover is not the North London of property supplements, which features period features and excellent school catchment areas and the phrase ‘up and coming’ applied to every street within cycling distance of a farmers market. It is the North London of the 141 bus, the Haringey housing waiting list, the Turkish social clubs on Green Lanes, the Hackney planning meetings, the Tottenham High Road, and the Overground trains that are reliable enough to build a commute around. It is a place, not a postcode lifestyle category, and I am stubborn about covering it as a place.

What London journalism owes its readers is the same thing all journalism owes its readers: accuracy about what is actually happening, context for why it is happening, and the honesty to say when something is going wrong rather than finding the positive angle that makes the story easier to read and less useful. North London is going through changes that are making it both better in some ways and less affordable, less accessible, and less diverse in others, and both things are happening simultaneously and deserve simultaneous coverage. I am trying to provide that coverage, one piece at a time, from the perspective of someone who lives here, pays rent here, takes the bus here, and wants the place to be better than it is.