Late 60s in the autumn somebody told me about this allotment garden, where the earlier users tore the houses down them selves. As I just had a camera to test I went down to have a look. 
It may be a typical place to search for a photographer searching the reality in dying structures, perhaps a form of photographic fashion, doing the right and fashionable things.
Well, anyhow the place was fascinating and I had a few cameras to test during the time, so I went on making some pictures until almost everything was away.