When I take the bus out to The House (as I did last Sunday), I can choose between two or three different stops where to get off (to walk the rest of the way).
One is close to this dilapidated old kiosk; which hasn’t served as such for decades. It’s really a bit of a mystery why it has been left standing at all. But seeing it brings back some childhood memories.
Whenever we visited my grandparents (living in The House back then), grandma used to give my brother and me some money to go up to the kiosk and buy ourselves some sweets.
The narrow dirt road leading towards my goal looks much the same still – even if the houses along it (including ours) have changed appearance since then. Straight down towards the railway… turning left along the deep ditch that separates the road from the rails… and then just a walk path at the end. Somewhere in the hedge is a narrow opening, leading into our back garden.