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  • This is the house that they tore down to make way for a modern development of quality executive homes within the commuter belt, with good links to the motorway and fast trains to London. Thirty years on, the development is no longer quite so modern, the motorways are clogged and the trains are no longer fast.

    It was not a listed building, it was not a Tudor manor house (there are some a little further along). But it belonged to a Lord and it had beautiful gardens, with all the staples of an English country garden: roses, honeysuckle, clematis, hollyhocks, lupins...

    We never saw the house. For a while, it lived on in the memory of the oldest and first inhabitant of the close, our neighbour, who had watched it being pulled down and then the development being built. He shared these pictures with us. Now all that is left of the house are a handful of pictures and the name on the road sign, the name of our close.
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