In our village just across the road, there is a very old large house that belonged to a doctor and his family. He lived there many years, grew old and passed away. Now the house is empty but is still standing and his beautiful garden which is full of rhododendron bushes. The bushes are still there but this year might be the last year I see them flower and can take photos. The house might be sold and demolished. Land becomes more important than the memories built on it as time goes past.