Over the past few weeks, the last of hundreds of classical brick built Victorian and Edwardian terraced houses on the steep north bank of the Tyne that is Scotswood, are entering the end of days. Offered for sale for as little as £1 each back in the 1990s, the streets were closed off boulder by boulder, and steel applied to windows and doors.

One small enclave remains (photos of that another day), but right next to them, is this miniature estate of Voysey-esque suburban semis with mature climbing hydrangea, a rambling rose and patches of kniphofia. A few of the houses are occupied: on this warm summer evening a small child scoots furiously up and down the echoing streets, someone waves from an upper window, and beyond, a well-pumped football beats against a garden wall.Similar Posts:

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