April 2026

Easthill House, a rather wild stylised Spanish thing nestled up next to St Vincent’s Private I snapped in 2014. I discovered back then it was a new front to a pair of terraces that got transformed, explaining its odd proportions, sort of, but not why there’s so much up top and so little below. No architect found, indeed it looks like a very naive design. That happened in 1930, and it was actually Easthill Flats, a popular place to watch one of the the huge events of the Eucharistic Congress in 1934 (pic 3). Later it became professional suites.

Then in 2017 it was proposed to be demolished as part of a new wing for the hospital, and I’d thought it had been, but no the facade was kept, and the window frames, also rather wild, were restored. Kept the very pink and orange and dark window frame colour scheme of before, rather than the original. Shows how little I’ve been getting around town in the last many years, or maybe just not stopping to look.

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