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Forget The Harry Potter Tour – Watford Is Magical Enough Already

Forget The Harry Potter Tour – Watford Is Magical Enough Already
Cassiobury Park is within minutes of the Metropolitan line. Photo by James FitzGerald

You’ve ended up there that time you fell asleep on the Underground. You’ve maybe caught a bus from there to go look round the Harry Potter film studio. And while driving past it, you’ve quite possibly joked that you’ve just reached The North.*

By all accounts, Watford is a place you’ve been through, but never to. And it looks like you’re not the only one. One Londonist scribe has just been spotted rushing through the town yet again, one side to the other. There’s a very important train to catch this morning.

“Don’t worry — we don’t run to strict timetables here,” a station staff member says as your correspondent hops aboard. This railway costs two quid a ride, has tracks 10¼ inches apart, and is designed for children. “Adults are allowed, though,” we’re told. “Encouraged, even!”

You can keep your Hogwarts Express

Charlie, Watford Miniature Railway. Give him a 10¼ inch railway above Platform 9¾ any day. Photo by James FitzGerald

Never has eight miles per hour felt as exhilarating as it does on the Watford Miniature Railway, whose steam engine Marri chunters round Cassiobury Park. This lush green space is regularly voted one of the UK’s favourites. It is literally minutes from the Metropolitan line.  

“Yet in spite of that, people who come to Watford don’t often explore the town itself,” observes Charlie the engine driver as we ride up in the cab with him. As if to let off steam over the issue, he sounds the train whistle loudly. “We’ve had up to 2500 passengers on a single summer day before. But weirdly, the Potter crowd don’t tend to be those who come here.”

Instead, he says, they get nostalgic parents, grandparents, or even great-grandparents taking the kids on a mini railway they once rode themselves. It’s been here since 1959.  

“I first rode the train at age 5 while visiting my grandma in Watford,” Charlie reminisces. “I guess I just kept getting bigger and bigger train sets. Then one day, I was driving this thing.”

For those without broomsticks. Photo by James FitzGerald

There’s no doubt the Warner Brothers Studio Tour has helped put Watford in the world’s travel guides. But if you want a different magic to the wand-waving and cod-Latin of the Potter experience, we've discovered that this part of Hertfordshire has got way more up its (non-wizarding) sleeve.

Just ask the man who sounds like a boy in a sweet shop. A boy who’s actually been given the keys to a sweet shop.

“I want coming in here to be about rekindling your childhood,” that person says — eyes filled with glee and fists filled with fruit gums.

The premises is Sweets For All: a tiny grotto of gratification that sits inside the New Watford Market, and barely has room inside to swing a lollipop. The man is Suren: a community-minded fella who gave up a career in corporate finance to flog Fruit-tella.

Gave up a career in corporate finance: Suren at Sweets For All. Photo by James FitzGerald

“For me, it’s like therapy,” he says. “I worked in a bank and in a stock market. I used to play with money. Then I came to Watford, and now I get to play with sweets. It’s the dream.”

Now, we’re not ones to sugar-coat things — but get enough of those e-numbers in you, and Watford’s flaws seem to melt away even faster than your teeth have just started doing.  

In the mind’s eye, its many unpretty concrete underpasses become troll-guarded tunnels; its massive, bewildering roundabouts become spinners in an imaginary game of chance.    

By now we’re in pure fantasy-land. Just part of the territory for the D20 Board Game Café.

Do you do butterbeers?

Page (right) at the D20 Board Game Cafe. Photo by James FitzGerald

"People get seriously into their games here,” says Page, one of the cafe's managers. “They book a table to play a game for a whole weekend — and then they tell us it might even spill over into Monday.”

She set up this enchanting venue in 2017 with a couple of friends. They got off to a flying start with some online crowdfunding — the real-world equivalent of instantly drawing a Monopoly card that tells you to pass Go and collect £200.

“We knew there was a bit of a ‘community’ here in Watford, but we never expected we’d be making a profit in the first year,” Page grins. But then, apparently there’s a board game out there for everyone. “Take Dobble. It’s basically Snap, so it’s very simple. But it is gripping.”

In a dungeon-themed room out back are the more niche titles. Our eye falls on Terraforming Mars, a game about planetary engineering. We think we’ll have to stick to Snap.

“You can get whatever you want in Watford,” laughs Page.

“To me, it is a tiny, convenient London. A London where you can actually park your car. It’s funny that the Potter tour — which is actually further away from the city — gets branded as London while we don’t tend to.

“It’s a missed opportunity. I do think the word 'Hertfordshire' throws people.”

But in the themed-coffee-shop stakes, there are also those who enjoy being rather distinct from the Big Smoke. The LP Café is a pillar of the live-and-kicking local music scene. As well as selling records and coffee, it’s sometimes a stage for Watford’s many bands.

Turntables and coffee tables: co-owner Leila with employee Sam at the LP Cafe. Photo by James FitzGerald

The last Record Store Day here had some half-dozen venues buzzing away at the same time (unheard-of in a Home Counties town these days), and even an overnight queue building outside the cafe ahead of some hyped-up new releases.

“My love for Watford started when I came here for performing arts college,” recalls Leila, who set the cafe up with her partner. “Everyone here is up to something interesting.”

Watford’s cultural offering is there in the bricks and mortar of its Colosseum, Palace Theatre, and Pump House — noted venues which transcend the provincial label, and frequently put on shows worth travelling out of London for. But some of the culture is hidden away.

Transcending the provincial: Watford Palace Theatre. Photo by James FitzGerald

“A local postman turned out to be the guy who did the art for Noel Gallagher’s solo album,” Leila tells us. “He came in asking for a copy. I had to tell him we’d sold out.”

The café’s walls are lined with the albums of Watford’s glitterati. One proud local artist, Cappellino, has even turned the tube station into a surprisingly vivid piece of cover art.

“Musically, there’s far more to the town than Elton John,” claims Leila. “A lot of big bands have come from here. And pretty much any night of the week you can find live music on.”

Under the spell yet?

Lizzie at Breakout Rooms. She was in the dark about Watford for a long time. Photo by James FitzGerald

Lizzie must be due a degree in witchcraft soon. She’s been on the Harry Potter tour no fewer than four times. Born and bred in Watford, she explains that she spent her teens craving a magical escape from her hometown.

“Growing up, I was not a fan,” she admits. Fittingly enough, she’s working at Breakout Rooms, the first escape-based attraction of its kind in Watford.

“We’re getting more and more domestic tourists coming now. The area has improved hugely just in the last five years.”

A supporter of Watford FC, Lizzie puts the town’s continuing revival down to the Hornets’ return to the Premier League — which has brought more interest in the town, and cash too.

“Ironically, ever since I went away to university, I’ve come to really appreciate Watford.

“But if it develops, it needs some balance. I’ve seen a lot of housing go up without the infrastructure to back it up. And, of course, the house prices here are ridiculous.”

Pockets of nostalgia on the High Street represent some of the town's dilemmas. Photo by James FitzGerald

The story Watford has to tell is one of a market town with a great location. Printing, another historic local speciality, is immortalised in the names of pubs the long High Street. In parts, Watford’s a surprisingly sentimental place. A Fire Brigade Museum and 1940s Experience are among other attractions we’d have dabbled in, if only they’d been open when we visited.

Bisecting the High Street is the small remaining cluster of stalls and outlets that constitute the market. It seems to represent a crossroads for the town in more ways than one.

The market’s modern section — regenerated, covered, and evidently with money invested in it — appears to spend its day curiously empty. Meanwhile, it’s the few old-school outdoor traders — slaving away under tarpaulin in all weathers — who seem to get the custom.

In this central part of town, the din of pneumatic drills at a nearby shopping development provides the only soundtrack. The dilemma it all reflects is classic: how do you protect what makes a place feel authentic?

We went to Watford and found our inner child, and our inner nostalgic. These most magical parts were under a bit of a cloak. The fact most of them are invisible to most Londoners doesn’t mean they aren't there — creeping around, and ready to entrance you.

* You’re wrong, though. Even putting aside the contentious view that The North of the country begins at such a low latitude, you’ve got your Watfords confused. The place where road signs start pointing to The North is a village of the same name in Northamptonshire, made famous by the Watford Gap service station.

Last Updated 05 June 2018