The modern equivalent of the previous photo has us standing on the island in the middle of Lawrence Hill Roundabout, with its grafitti-daubed, wind-tunnel passageways and sex maniac-haunted paths. If this photo doesn't look very interesting it's because the area is now visually sterile. When my aunt lived in Easton Road, the back of her house looked out over this area. I think the clearances must already have begun; at the end of her garden was a piece of waste ground where a house had once stood. The ground was smothered with orange marigolds, gone wild from its ruined garden. Beyond was a close-packed area of streets with story-book names ...Lion Street, Seal Street, Twinnell Road. Children pedalled their tricycles or played hopscotch, using a bit of terracotta flower -pot for chalk. Girls skipped. Terrifying leg-humping dogs snuffled around and ferocious housewives, fags dangling from over-lipsticked mouths, stood gossiping on their doorsteps wearing their indoor garb of "pinny", "fleecy-lined" slippers and "turbans".
The liveliness of streets and the vigour of their pavement life were doomed. Thousands of people must live in these flats but you never seem to see any of them. Photo taken Saturday 17th May 1980.