The solid red-brick exteriors of Kerrymore Road belie the bustle of the lives within… toddlers' tantrums, teenage rebellion, blossoming friendships and turbulent relationships… with the occasional murder thrown in for good measure.
Old Mr Kirshaw, sitting day after day in his bay window, observes the comings and goings… no tweaking of net curtains for him. His voyeurism is shameless and without malice … this is far more interesting than daytime television!
