Stubbington

Stubbington is what happens when a village green, a war memorial and a thousand 1970s semis decide they are sufficient unto themselves. The aspirational set went to Hamble for the boats, the pretenders went to Emsworth for the high street, and everyone else stayed here, paid the mortgage off, and now spends Saturday morning queueing at the Co-op behind someone who has lived three doors down since the Callaghan government. Hill Head supplies the sea view, Fareham supplies the trains, and Stubbington supplies the bungalow you actually buy when the Lee-on-the-Solent ones go for cash. It is the Ronseal of the Solent: does exactly what it says on the tin, and the tin says nothing.