End of an era. Used to live there with my parents where I had my most vivid memories. I can recall many events in great detail. On that December morning I left and from that day onwards only return to visit because I was getting married. The overnight mugging for university exams; the bus trips; the drives; punctured tires by uncivic neighbors; visits from friends; that one phone call....too many memories which I don't think I will ever forget.
Every few years I still take a drive into the estate to look around. The place look worn but its charm remains.
Oh, my old place is visible in this photo.