I’ve just been for a dusky post-dinner wander around a few Forestville streets and reminded of growing up on Ulm Street, Lane Cove, in 1984. As a four/five year old I spent many afternoons with my friends riding our bikes around the surrounding streets but when the sun was setting and the darkness descending I’d try to be back at the top of Ulm Street to catch the street lights slowly flicker on, one after another after another, all the way down the road. Tonight, unexpectedly, I got to see the street lights turning on again.