Lost Road, hidden space

I've been living in this town for 23 years and for about half that time, or more, a main artery was Cow Lane. Back in the 19th century it was the route for the cattle from the farm lands and commons surrounding the village down to the railhead and the old dairy (now long gone). In my time it was the main road from the centre of town and the railway station to the eastern housing estate. Every morning a herd of commuters off to work in London or Reading or Oxford would drive or cycle or walk down it to the station, taking the place of yesterday's herd of cattle off to milking. Over the years the town has grown and grown, more and more housing has spread out over the thick clay of the fields. Cow Lane has become cut off, the road layout changed, it no longer goes anywhere. Instead it has become a forgotten and hidden space, walled off from the houses that now surround it like a secret passage behind the wainscotting. The white line still runs down its centre to divide the lanes of traffic that no longer run but the Tarmac is bending, cracking and disappearing below the creeping nature that now reclaims it. Bushes and saplings run riot in a great tangled mass, roots and creepers crawl out across its surface.