The funny thing about Wells Street is its alignment. It starts straight, like most streets, but the moment it meets its so-called sister Margaret, it changes focus.
Wells was born to go straight.
Look at Great Titchfield and Little Titchfield, those glorious twins—different in length, but so perfectly paved.
What went wrong with Wells? What caused it to lose sight of its path?
The bending of Wells Street would have been quite the story, quite the scandal, hundreds of years ago. The Street family would have been distraught! All its other daughters prescribe to the same orientation. But not Wells.
Perhaps she felt lost growing up. Perhaps she was seeking individuality. That she extended a part of herself, gave birth to a Mews of herself, speaks volumes as to her toil. Taking care of both herself and her Wells Mews would surely have been a difficult task, a lonesome task.
But perhaps love was brewing in Fitzrovia. Wells deviates from her prescribed path until she collides with Eastcastle Street. In that collision, it would seem, she realised her destiny. For it is not until she meets Eastcastle that Wells finally accepts one path in harmony, that she no longer deviates. And from Eastcastle, she rushes headlong toward even greater success: the famous Oxford Street, one of the big name Streets, with whom she will forever be associated.
The aim here was to unravel the mystery of Wells Street, the mystery of her bending.
But perhaps we will never know the full story.
Wells Street Journal 