It was just one photograph that my husband took that made all the difference. You know, the sort that sends goosebumps up your arms and shivers down your spine.We were inspecting. I was there with my young son, clambering up the dilapidated steps of the the once grand gardens of ‘Lakemba’ on Denmark Hill, when he took the shot. There was another staircase there, boarded over, which lead down to where a tennis court used to be below the blue stone retaining walls. I ponder.The prominent Cribb family, who graced this residence for over 50 years, would have played tennis there during grander times.