We live on a street that is shaped like a wrong way around 7, you drive up and then there's a 90 degree right turn to our part of the street. Don't know everyone on the other part of the street, but on the left at the bottom there are two tall houses that are also on the road below if you know what I mean. One is the upstairs of a chipper and the other is lived in by an architect who I think is gay. Then there is a gym sort of place, a shop/flat that has recently been converted into a very nice house, a row of four cottages - one is empty and boarded up, an elderly man and his daughter live in one (he used to be the local plumber and knows every old pipe in the area ), one has recently been sold, and a taxi driver lives in the fourth one with his wife. Then there is a single cottage which is rented out, followed by the best house in the area so far as I am concerned. It is owned by a professional golf caddy (he was Retief Goosen's caddy for many years) and he has done the most amazing job on it, his dad showed me around. It has completely uninterrupted views over the harbour and island, and all the way up the north coast, on a clear day you would see the mountains of Mourne. Then there is an old graveyard (Mr. Osc's parents are buried there).
On the right coming up is an eyesore - a pub that was sold for development during the boom, ran into severe planning problems and is now deteriorating more and more. Then there are a few houses where I don't know who lives there. Next is a strange sort of house that has housed a commune and then was in kind of bedsits, and was recently on the market, it appears to be empty. The next house is lived in by the ex-wife of the author John Banville, don't know about the next, next is a couple in their early 40s who I think have one child, then a widow and her drinker no-good son, next is an older couple with one unmarried son, next two are empty although one has just been sold. The next house belonged to Barney McKenna late of the Dubliners who died last year - his Danish partner seems to be there sometimes. Then you turn the corner - across the road is a restaurant. Then on your right is a small house which was also owned by Barney, saw someone going in there recently but don't know who it is, the Cock Tavern pub, then our house, then our other neighbour is a spinster lady. After her house is a little laneway where there is a cottage with a single lady living in it. Next is another woman living on her own whose marriage broke up, but she has a boyfriend. The house beside her is empty, had been lived in by two weird bachelor brothers who left it in the most disgusting state, I bet she has problems with damp and vermin. Following that is a gerry-built block of four flats, which actually is looking rather empty these days. Then there is what years ago was the old parochial hall, which is now offices and apartments, not sure how many, and lovely old house, also in offices and a couple of apartments.
Opposite our house, we can see the roof of the pub in the street parallel to ours, and we can see Tower Hill which has a martello tower on top. Also opposite and down just a bit is a small apartment development which was built just as the crash was starting and must have lost the builder plenty of money as only two of them sold, the rest are all rented out. When you go to the bottom of the street, you can turn left to head back down to the harbour, or right to go further up the town and on up the hill. Because of the hilly nature of the area, we have some nice views from our house as we are quite high up and are even high up off the street.