Aerial view of TH before demolition, taken in 2000 courtesy Keith Poulton

Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those tin remembered roofs?
What bell, what kids are those?

That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain.
Hot dusty classrooms where I went
And cannot come again.

(With apologies to A.E.Housman)