Thrissell Street, Easton.
A long terrace of houses in the Easton style, photographed on Wednesday 9th May 1973. Thrissell Street ran from Easton Road to Stapleton Road. All the houses are vacant and have been boarded up ready for demolition. One thing about the Age of Redevelopment in the decades after the war was that there were always lots of derelict houses for we boys to play in. The pathos of these places made a strong impression on me as a child. Sometimes houses stood for years between being vacated and being demolished. Scattered momentos of the last occupants ...mildewed books and suchlike... sometimes lay around on shelves and window sills. Gardens had gone wild. Buddleia bushes thrived among the shattered masonry of lean-to kitchens and outdoor lavatories. To this day the scent of Elder blossom (much in evidence at the time of posting this photo) reminds me of ruinous houses and ...another feature of English life at the time...post-war bomb sites..
Thrissell Street, Easton.
A long terrace of houses in the Easton style, photographed on Wednesday 9th May 1973. Thrissell Street ran from Easton Road to Stapleton Road. All the houses are vacant and have been boarded up ready for demolition. One thing about the Age of Redevelopment in the decades after the war was that there were always lots of derelict houses for we boys to play in. The pathos of these places made a strong impression on me as a child. Sometimes houses stood for years between being vacated and being demolished. Scattered momentos of the last occupants ...mildewed books and suchlike... sometimes lay around on shelves and window sills. Gardens had gone wild. Buddleia bushes thrived among the shattered masonry of lean-to kitchens and outdoor lavatories. To this day the scent of Elder blossom (much in evidence at the time of posting this photo) reminds me of ruinous houses and ...another feature of English life at the time...post-war bomb sites..