Haha yep Matson was the place. It's rough now, but back then, whilst it was a council estate the people who lived there all had old fashioned community values. My nan would often pop over the road to see her friends and chat over the garden gates. They'd often exchange fruit pies, cakes and teas and one woman even painted stones and garden objects in riverboatesque design for the neighbours gardens.

My grandad took pride in his garden, he actually won a few community garden awards because of his well kept blue hydrangeas.

It all started to change I think, when they turned 'The Hill' I don't know it's official name, into a golf course. This must have been sometime in the mid nineties. Before that it was scrub and grazing land for farm animals, and when we visited we would always go for a walk up the hill to gather blackberries for nanny to make pies with. Quite often the sheep grazing on the hill would escape out of the access despite the rolling bars on the ground designed to keep them in and flood the into their road. That was all terrible fun for my cousins and I.

There's also a very interesting church in Matson. Supposedly a ghost walks between the church buildings at midnight, the Blue lady, looking for her silk slipper (which is actually in a museum in Gloucester city... I've seen it! It was discovered when they were doing works on the church).