God’s Own Junkyard

God’s Own Junkyard is, quite understandably, at the top of every Instagram influencer’s photoshoot list. A neon heaven in the middle of Walthamstow, I’d wanted to visit this paradise ever since peeping it on an episode of Salvage Hunters (please don’t judge) about 10 years ago, and as fortune would have it, a couple of months ago I found myself round the corner in E17 with an hour or two to spare.

I am totally and utterly mesmerised by neon signage. I’m a dedicated disciple to Showcase Avonmeads for the sole purpose of laying my eyes on that stunning neon monstrosity over the entrance to the screens (and perhaps also because it is always pleasingly quiet).

Venture a mere 15 minute stroll from Walthamstow Central and you’ll find yourself in an industrial estate home to God’s Own Junkyard. It’s basically a huge warehouse filled floor to ceiling with the neon collection of the late Chris Bracey. There is no entry fee, but please, I urge you to purchase something, and I’ll explain why…

As soon as I stepped in to God’s Own Junkyard on this wet Saturday evening, I was greeted with the sight of several groups of people – tourists, locals, it didn’t really matter – posing, pouting and taking photos of themselves and of each other. This I didn’t particularly mind; people are totally free to do whatever they like as long they are not impacting anyone else, but the thing which grated on me slightly was that not one of these people was stopping to actually look at any of the exhibits. Worse still, people were walking in, photographing themselves for approximately 5 minutes and walking straight out.

Determined to do my bit, I bought a few postcards and greetings cards and had a small chat with the chap behind the counter, who seemed nonplussed by the activity.

Anyway, enough of me being a grump. Just remember that every time to take a selfie in front of a business without supporting them, a kitten dies. I don’t make the rules, sorry.