“Dreams, memories, the sacred – they are all alike in that they are beyond our grasp. Once we are even marginally separated from what we can touch, the object is sanctified; it acquires the beauty of the unattainable, the quality of the miraculous. Everything, really, has this quality of sacredness, but we can desecrate it at a touch. How strange man is! His touch defiles and yet he contains the source of miracles.”
Kate Macintosh, the architect behind Dawsons Heights,very kindly sent me some archival images of the estate. They showthe way the scheme looked when the bridges (now demolished), linking the low blocks to the lift towers were in place, allowing wheel chair users & mums with prams a shorter route.