Once in a while I re-visit my childhood home.
Well, what’s left of it. The house that I grew up in has lately been demolished.
But the environment remains.
It’s a strange experience. What seemed so large and impressive to me as a child takes on a quite different perspective.
This is a photo of the reserve where I often used to play as a child. In those days, the ramps were irresistible attractions on which to ride tricycles, scooters and the like. I remember coming to grief once as I fell off my trike. So long ago…