The first house i ever lived in was in Crosby on the Merseyside. However i was only a baby so have no memories of my time there except perhaps a hazy memory of roses, which were my Dad's pride around the garden there. At the weekend i headed up to see the house i only knew from photographs. I have seen how it looks now on Google Street View but on Saturday was the first time i had seen it for real since... oh about 1974. The house was still recognisable though the roses are gone.