I remember a time when I could hang out under the mulberry tree with my friends and pick our afternoon tea, getting covered in red mulberry juice, jump on my scooter and ride around the yard, and then finish off with a play under the sprinkler before dad cooked dinner on our outdoor brick barbecue (just a few bricks and a cast iron sheet). We had a labrador, a lemon tree, a passionfruit vine and a picket fence, and the hills hoist had a concrete path so mum could get to the line easily. I was pretty lucky I guess.

From this week some of the things you see from Starts at 60 are changing.