There's something about soggy, grey days that brings the ghosts out.

Walking through the tightly wound streets where I live, I came across many of them: ghost outlines of long gone pubs; shop-sized windows in buildings that have n't been shops in decades, and streets that looked to have echoed with footsteps once, but don't now.

When the weather is like this it can seem like wandering the ruins of Pompei at times.

I always wonder what these streets must have been like thirty, or forty years ago. Colourless and barren, or hot with life? I'd love to know. Books can only hint, photos just suggest. Come on, someone create that time machine.