John watched the huge wrecking ball swing into the ancient farmhouse for the fourth time. His stomach lurched. Still, it would not go. This, his happy boyhood home had been declared unsafe. It had to go.
On the fifth attempt, it started to crumble, but took another two attempts before it finally went. But still, the foundations were there.
Months later, John visited the site again. Standing there, where the ex monastic grange had been was a modern ranch style bungalow. All the trees in the orchard had gone. John wept.