A one-word policy decision by the road-builders or the council: trees.
As if everything new is to be hidden by trees, with collateral concealment of the old not considered.
The Bell has a big italic B that wasn't there on its roof-line when it was just the pub, and there's a black turtle in the pond at Eve's Corner. The main road through is busy. But the yacht chandler is still there, The Griffin as well, and the church and churchyard haven't changed. Take one of the first lefts after you pass the village sign and state-of-the-art road maintenance ceases to be an issue within a few yards - the trees are old, the houses are visible behind their hedges, and the road surface has character.
Find your way to the main bridleway through Lingwood Common, and the new world asserts itself for just a moment - there's a sign bearing a lengthy explanation of what's being done to help nature along. But if these are the woods where you grew up, what you will really notice is that all the old ways, the secret paths and hiding places, are all still here. The head-high bracken has been mostly replaced by waist-high new trees, but if you were younger and smaller, you could push a tunnel through this foliage just as easily.
You had to be lifted into this tree once, to start climbing.