Noise

The notorious Heygate estate.

Proper desolate.

Almost entirely unoccupied with quite bizarre signs of life (a series of newly built raised beds with some of the healthiest looking leeks and lettuces in south London)

Never had the need (or the balls, if I'm honest) to go in there when i was growing up. Now, cycling round on a crisp almost-spring morning is quite blissful.

But the fact that even the slightest noise echoes around makes me think just how noisy it must have been when crammed full. One great f*cked up bit of urban 60s planning...