What I am interested in here is the suburb, the suburb's relation to it's own past, it's own things; and it's relation to that that it is built on: the country, the rural (and not the town). Here is a ruined castle of the suburbs, it's Norman concrete blocks, modish but prone to ruin, a-top its mound, it crumbles in the faint drizzle. Note the filled in block towards the bottom left. Unlike the ruined Norman castle, though, no booth to collect ticket or issue guide book, no gift shop or cafe, and all will soon be lost, to heritage, away; to be replaced by one of those reversible wooden fences - a retreat to the Saxon's wooden past.
