Once upon a time almost everywhere there was a bus station and a shopping precinct.
Built in the Sixties from concrete and optimism.
Once upon a time almost everywhere there wasn’t a bus station and a shopping precinct.
Partially demolished, partially rebuilt, replaced by a new kind of optimism.
Peopled with a new kind of people.
Where will the old type of people go?
Over a number of years I visited the site and recorded its sad demise, heartlessly tinned-up, unloved, windswept and almost devoid of hope.
No more tea and toast in Tony’s Café.
No more nothing.