Around 60 years separate these two views of The Kilns. Once very much outside the city, over that period the house has been surrounded with development. It is very much as it always was however, even the rose fence is recognisable!.
For some strange reason I always feel rather melancholy when I visit the place... no idea why, save that I think Jack, Warnie and Joy would very much abhor what has happened to the area, and in particular the disgrace that is the wood behind. The pond is stagnant with all sorts of rubbish discarded in it, and the paths, so carefully tended over the years by the brothers, are badly overgrown.
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