When I lived in Levenshulme in my second year, oh so long ago, I would regularly pass a model village in the front garden of a local house. It was a jolly little place, well looked after and with lights in the windows at night.
I’d forgotten all about it until I passed it again earlier this year. Like too many places, Little Levy had fallen on hard times. Windows had been smashed, doors were kicked in and the roofs had been stripped or destroyed. It was a sad sight. I took a few pictures and vowed to come back and find out more.
Yesterday I knocked on the door of the house and asked if I could take some pictures. This must happen often because the lady I talked to commented to her son that “It’s about the little villge again.” The house had been empty for a few years, during which time its garden had been vandalised. The current owners have yet to do anything with the ghost town they’ve inherited.