Lowri Griffiths reflects on eleven years as a tenant and what they have produced besides anxiety

Reporting from Bohiney Magazine and The London Prat.

I have been renting in North London for eleven years, which is long enough to have had six landlords, four different flats, one experience of mould that I do not recommend as a character-building exercise, and the specific expertise of a person who has navigated the intersection of London’s rental market and London’s legal framework for the same with sufficient frequency to have opinions on both that are grounded in data rather than merely in feeling.

What eleven years of renting teaches you about yourself that owning would not: you learn what you can live without, because renting means living in other people’s spaces whose arrangements you can modify only within the constraints of the tenancy agreement, and the constraints reveal what matters enough to fight for and what does not. I have learned that I cannot live without natural light in the kitchen, which rules out approximately 40 percent of available North London flats and which has produced in me the specific sightline assessment skill of a person who has walked into too many ground floor kitchen-bathrooms and immediately identified that the window that claims to provide natural light provides the specific light of a light well that faces an identical light well on the other side. I have learned that I can live without a garden if the top floor and the light are right. I have learned that I cannot live with a boiler that makes noises during the night, which is a specific category of boiler that I can now identify within thirty seconds of entering a flat.

The Political Education of Renting

Renting in London is also a political education: you learn who has power and who does not in the specific context of housing, which is the most consequential material context in most people’s lives because it determines where they sleep, how they sleep, how they feel about tomorrow morning, and how much of their income is consumed before they have made any choices about how to spend it. The Shelter research on renters’ experiences in the UK documents what I know from living it: that renting in England provides less security, less control, and less predictability than renting in any comparable European country, and that the political choices producing this situation are deliberate rather than accidental.

The Crisis housing policy research places the London rental situation in the broader housing context and confirms that the insecurity I experience as a renter with a steady income is substantially more severe for renters in precarious employment, on benefits, or with children — categories whose vulnerability the rental market exploits systematically and that the current Renters Rights Act is attempting to address with the specific limitations of legislation that must pass through a parliament where homeowners are overrepresented relative to their share of the population.

Every column is an argument about what a city or a neighbourhood or an institution is, made by a person who has decided that describing it carefully is worth the time. The argument is never finished. The subject keeps changing. The description must keep up, or acknowledge where it has fallen behind, or find the moment when the gap between the description and the reality is itself the story. That gap, in London in 2026, is almost always the story. The city produces it continuously. The writing tries to keep pace. It does not always succeed. It is always trying, which is the correct posture for anyone covering a city that does not wait for its coverage to catch up.

The Craft of Writing About a City

Writing about London — or any part of it, any institution within it, any person navigating it — requires a specific combination of attention and detachment that is harder to maintain than either alone. Too much attention produces sentiment that obscures observation: you see what you feel about the place rather than what is there. Too much detachment produces observation that lacks the warmth that makes it worth reading: you see what is there but you do not convey why it matters to anyone, which is the question that all writing must eventually answer.

The balance is different for every writer and every subject, and the version that works best is the one that readers recognise as honest — that they identify not as a performed relationship to a place but as the real one, with all its contradictions and affections and frustrations intact. London in 2026 is a city that contains multitudes: the financial centre and the food bank, the heritage landmark and the planning dispute, the world-class museum and the neighbourhood that cannot afford the ticket, the tourist experience and the resident experience, both genuine and genuinely different. Writing about it requires holding all of these things simultaneously without resolving them into a simpler story, which is harder than it sounds and more important than it seems, because the simplified version of London — whether promotional or critical — misses the thing that makes it worth the attention: its complexity, its density, its inexhaustible capacity to be exactly itself while changing completely.

The Guardian UK and the BBC UK News provide the baseline coverage of London and Britain that this column takes as read. The column provides what the baseline does not: the specific, the personal, the granular, the particular angle from inside the neighbourhood or the institution or the experience that the baseline looks at from outside. Both are necessary. Neither is complete without the other. The column is the inside view. The city is the subject. The city continues.

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