I pop into the Warrington Tax Office every now and then and it's lovely going back (mind you, I only retired last September). Sadly a lot of the people I worked with have been forced out, either into Early Retirement or transferred (I almost went into jargon there and wrote "xferred") to Manchester or Liverpool, but there's still a good number I worked with for a long time. I also meet up with a group of ex-colleagues/friends for a meal out every so often.
Where you should not go back to is a place you once went on holiday and remember fondly.
Colin and I spent our honeymoon in Babbacombe, Devon, and we went back there a couple of years before he died - we were staying in Exeter at the time. Well, the beautiful hotel we had stayed at (and it really was quite posh then) had shrunk, over 30 years, and its attractive gardens had been built on so it was in the middle of a load of hotels. The wide Esplanade overlooking the, still beautiful, beach had become a little bit of grass verge and the bay itself was half the width it was in 1962.
