Old Haunts,  Old memories 

A view of the town I grew up in, Halstead essex UK. from one of the parks that my brother, sister and I used to play in, now my daughter, niece and nephew. 

But now that I’ve no family here all I see is memories a lot of them, good. I suppose my view is a lot more abject now that brother has sold the family home,  to a town that had so much potential but is being strangled by politics and nimbyism. 

The sad thing is,  it no longer feels like home.