The Small Hall is not named, as someone recently suggested, because my surname is Hall and I’m vertically challenged. My last name is Millar and I’m of average height.
The Small Hall accurately describes the 140 x 80cms space that is the entrance to the flat, where I live, with the Mechanic (my husband)*. This small hall contains an unfeasible amount of bike paraphernalia.
The tall Victorian ceilings have allowed at least eight bike wheels to be suspended above the front door. The area has been decorated with Little Green’s Lead Grey Dark paint which helps camouflage the chandelier of Mavic rims that greets anyone entering our home. The tiny space also houses two bike helmets, two cycling jackets, three or four pairs of cycling shoes, numerous bike lights, spare inner tubes, mini-pumps and all the Mechanic’s cycling tools. (incidentally there are also two yoga mats and a camera tripod, squirrelled away in the space).
The small hall leads onto the grand hall, which isn’t grand, just named for its relative largeness compared to the small hall. The grand hall has two bike frames hanging from a peg rail, and a map of Britain which fills one whole wall.
When we first moved here, to Balham, I learnt from numerous taxi drivers that Balham is known as the gateway to the south. Something to do with Peter Sellers and a spoof travel documentary about the South London suburb, written in the 50’s.
The Small Hall is my cycling gateway to the south, which may in someway explain the name for my blog.
*The Mechanic, is not by trade, he’s a design consultant.