There never used to be a gate, there was nothing to keep in or out. Every year I would stay at the same place in London, just along the road and and so I noticed the changes. It used to be a place where you could buy concrete installations. One day I arrived for my visit and it was empty. I stayed with my friend in her house and she said she had no idea what would be happening. Now it is left to the weeds that find a place for a seed in between the cracks.
The gates are to keep us out and perhaps to keep the others in. There are rumours that voices can be heard at night, but mostly from stray cats that are searching for a comfortable warn place somewhere in the underground.
A year later, the last time I visited London, things were happening. the gates had gone, and a tall building was arriving. I had no time for photos, and I knew it would be my last visit. It is a scene from a life in another place in another country. My dad passed away two years ago and my final goodbyes were said to London.