We finish wandering about the multiple choice of exits and carry on one stop further to Manor House. 

Ascending from the platform,  I am delighted by the bizarre ceiling.  It's not exactly a high ceiling, so the large roundels do kinda of push down on you, but it does have a disco space pod feel, very sixties boutique hotel from back when moulded white plastic was the height of chic...I wonder at my sanity that an enjoyable Sunday afternoon is one that involves finding an interesting ceiling far up on the Northern reaches of the Piccadilly line.

Had it not been so cold, perhaps a walk through Finsbury Park, as the station is right outside the boundary wall, but the afternoon was waning late, and there were the joys of Sunday services and rail replacment buses to negotiate yet, so homewards it was...back down to  the same shaped tunnels as with the other stations on the Cockfosters extension, but this time tiled in delft blue and cream.