Passing through Balham, south London An ashram is wedged against an Italian restaurant - both vying for attention like a pair of competing leaves. Estate agents arm wrestle for business. Charity shop shutters, open like hands asking for donations, flutter. The wrought iron facade of the train station, intricate as the artistry of climbing roses, adds calm against the rowdy McDonald's next door. Somewhere behind all this lies an ordinary suburban house extending its arms around all that lies within its moat, desperate to protect its oasis. Christian Ward