In 1953, a shy 4-year-old moved with his parents from the warmth and security of life with his grandparents in Bushbury to start a new life in a new house on a new estate. We were the latest residents of Rough Hills Estate: a construction site, work in progress. We had shops, a pub and the promise of a new neighbourhood school and community centre. The lack of tarmac, street lighting and a bus service were dismissed as temporary inconveniences.