Going, going, gone.

We used to live in Castletown, from 1982-1987.
It's a bit like outer London inasmuch as it is within the outer boundaries of the town  yet a separate entity, cut of from the rest by the railway, with one bridge over it. It's certainly the other side of the tracks, even if not on the wrong side. At that time without leaving Castletown one could, almost, sustain life from a variety of local shops.
There may be more, but I distinctly recall the passing of Cliff, Mr. Helen(Honest), the Post Office, A Pie etc. shop, a corner-shop. There remains ... not a single one. They had their own carnival AND kids' soccer and a good community spirit.
Not having lived there for 25yrs I can't vouch for what's left of the spirit, but there are certainly no shops and the Post Office has closed TWICE.
Looks like this is the last bit to go.

It's a wee bit of a poxy shot, I went intending to park up, walk there and dab it. The actuality was ... Raining piss-istantly (So what's fresh), stuck behind yonder slow moving bus, paused at the crest and let fly through the windscreen.