APART from a brief sojourn to Church Street, I have lived in Fambridge Road all my life – growing up with my parents at number 204 and then in our marital home at 138. I don’t know about you, but as I get older (and particularly given the times we find ourselves currently living through) I increasingly reflect on my childhood. In the 1960s the lower part of Fambridge Road still had a very rural feel about it. The Poets Estate didn’t exist – it was a private orchard and farmlands run by the Co-op and part of our illicit playground. Separate areas of Maldon like ours all had their own communities where families knew each other and children formed close friendships.