The stair-like wall along the front of a place called Fairfield shows the angle at which the road is descending.

Fairfield House [==if this is it] was where P.G. Wodehouse wrote Love among the Chickens.

On down—past a point where you have a chance to change your mind about being in a car—and the last suburban-looking side road—

—after which the street, entering the nineteenth-century town, begins to twist—