I sometimes muse, when my busy, executive lifestyle will allow me the time, about what will be on the spot where we live in a hundred/thousand/ten thousand years.
I can see no reason for the demolition of my house and it's neighbours in the foreseeable future.
They're 85 yrs old, red brick semis and quite well built on concrete bases with good brick, massive purlins and re-roofed about 30 yrs ago.
So, short of a nuclear war, a meteorite, hidden tectonic plate fault or plane crash. I wonder what it's useful life will be.
There's no need for removal due to an airport or major road expansion here and the Metrolink is about 50 ft from the end of my garden with a ' buffer ' field, owned by Railtrack specifically for a proposed widening in about 1929 which didn't happen. So, if they ever wanted to put more tracks in, they already have the space.
I look at my eldest daughter's 10 yr old house and I see built-in obsolescence, cheap untreated wood in the loft, budget skirtings/doors/frames and cheap block construction clad in bricks.
How does a well maintained house ' die ' ? If you happen to be the Duke of Devonshire, you're pretty well guaranteed that your house will go on and on, but what of us grunts, us lesser mortals ?
( We're probably sat on a dormant volcano ! Ah well, it's being pessimistic that keeps me cheerful. )
Ted
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