Council estate. My grandparents moved there in the early 60’s and it was a new built estate then.
We lived in a 2 bed flat sort of opposite. DM was a single mother and got the flat when she found my biological male parent had cheated on her throughout their 4 year marriage.
Nice estate as I recall back in the 1970’s. Hardly anyone had a car, everyone (adults) knew/looked out for each other. I can remember walking our dog at 6 years old, going down the local shop for my mum, playing ball games against the walls of the block of garages. There were some bungalows for the ‘old folk’.
One Indian family lived round the corner off the estate. The grandmother didn’t speak English. We were friends with the grandson who was of a similar age. The grandmother used to shout at us and hit us with a kitchen utensil when we dared go into her kitchen for a home made chapati. 🤣 They were quite a novelty at the time and I was nothing but curious about where they’d come from not to mention the culture and the cooking.
There were a few ‘unsavoury’ house dwellers with children that we were under strict instruction not to interact with or get the wrath of my mum if we did!
We moved to another ‘estate’ of sorts when I was 10, but my grandparents stayed in their ‘new build’ until they passed away, over 50 years later.
It was horrible for me to see the estate become a shadow of itself over the years given the happy years I’d had, and how house proud people had been of their homes. It’s unrecognisable now sadly.