Midwich, as re-imagined in Sky’s adaptation of John Wyndham’s perennially unnerving science fiction novel, is the sort of place you can imagine cropping up in endless online rankings of the best commuter towns orbiting London.
There are detached houses with gardens big enough for climbing frames and swing sets, presumably going for the price of a mildewed shoebox in Zone 5, shooting off a nicely nondescript high street that almost certainly has a Bill’s and an Oliver Bonas. It is the sort of place that estate agents love to upsell as “great for young families.”
