There's been an almost manic turnover of shops at the bottom end of Lower Clapton Road in the last few months. The other weekend I photographed a load of them and am at last getting round to visiting them too. This morning I nipped into this one, accompanied by two of my kids. I was glad of their company. Not being, shall we say, a "natural fragance" natural, I could pass off my presence as all their idea. Anyway, the shop's yer basic mix-and-match, DIY mystic merchandise emporium with a heavy stress on warding off evil. The goods range from window decals, to candles to books to incense burners and state vague affiliations to everything from Hinduism to Judaism to Catholicism to Wicca. Is there much of a market for non-specific spiritual smelly stuff? The shopkeeper didn't seem convinced. Sometimes it's busy, he said, mostly it's quiet. But it's a gift shop too and will appeal to cynics with a taste for kitsch. I was tickled by some of the incense names - Fire Wall of Protection, anyone? - and the Triple Strength Blessed Virgin Mary candle - or whatever - might amuse someone on the Roman wing of the Hill household on Christmas morning.