I used to have holidays with my mum in a village in Somerset where we stayed with her old friend from school. She lived in a pretty cottage where a stream ran through the garden, up a long hilly road just on the edge of the village. I visited the village again a couple of years ago. The cottage was still there, with its lovely well tended garden and the road itself unspoilt. However the village was such a disappointment. It looked very down at heel with empty shops, and had lost its charm. Generally I prefer not to visit the places I loved when I was young now to keep those happy (and rose tinted!) memories intact.