This is a picture of Standard View backs. It looked drab and dreary on the dull, dark grey day when it was taken around 1985.
When I was young and filled with the exciting dreams of childhood, this area was indeed a dream land. Tall trees ran down the centre then.
Some of the Standard View houses are on the right, leading down to Avon Terrace in the distance. A part of Heath Terrace can be seen in the top left of the picture.
My friends and I would play for hours in this magical place. Indeed this was a truly wonderful haven of adventure and delight.
We played Cowboys and Indians and crawled up the bank on the left to escape the warpath crazed Indians.
Precious gems were placed in tobacco tins and hidden in secret places where no one could find them. Some of the time we forgot where we had hidden them. We would often spend an age searching for our treasures and then couldn't find them anyway.
The small quarry at the bottom of the picture had a stream running down it. In winter this dazzled and looked so wonderful and huge when the sun shone on the icicles hanging from it.
The black object on the hillside in the distance is a pigeon shed which stood immediately above our garden at 7 Avon Terrace. We would wake up in the morning to the chattering of pigeons, accompanied by the rattling of tins containing bird-seed, waved around by the neighbour next door, in the hope that some of the birds would arrive home early after a pigeon race.
Our 'gang' would lead us 'up the backs' and that would be our special world for the day.
Such wonderful times and so many memories. The backs looked so huge to us then. When I took this photograph and looked at what had been a holy place, it was hard to see it through a child's eyes, but I did.
The memories of joyful pleasure and happiness came flooding back to me at that moment. I stood for a long while, closed my eyes and remembered my old friends.
A good while later I turned around and walked away.