This is an anonymous story collected from the public as part of THE WOKINGHAM ARC PROJECT.

I fell out of love. We moved to a lovely town called Wokingham 20 years ago in the 5 or 6 years it’s been spoiled with overpriced boxes, it’s not nice anymore

Nothing about my local area makes me feel alive. I tend to go elsewhere. It doesn’t feel safe, it’s dirty and there are open displays of drugs on every corner.

I love my home - just hate the Town

I hope for the future of Wokingham to go back to what it was - sadly it’s falling, I hate it now.