Scanned and Scrapped: Not Happy

The first home my parents bought in New Zealand was a recently built brick house in an outer suburb of Wellington. Things have changed a bit. We drove there recently and realised that it was lucky we weren't wearing gang colours as Daughter-Two played in the playground.
The street the house was on was always a cut above the rest, though. And the house was easy to spot because it had a distinctive stone wall that my sister and I used to like to sit on to wait for the postie to come. (Six days a week, as they still do, but soon to drop to only three days thanks to email).
The wall seemed really high at the time - driving past it was very small.
My parents wanted a nice photo in the garden to send back home to England, but I wasn't happy with that idea.

Here it is scrapped: