When I was younger, I lived on an 70's to 80's housing development (not a council estate). Not like the newest ones which have tiny rooms and very little space between "detached" houses, this was quite decent. My house was right next to a forest and moorland, but also on a damn street corner which proved to be problematic because of the tendency of youths to hang around and kick about balls on street corners. Yup, even decent housing estates have their chav problems. The "village" itself was mostly composed of endless rows of various houses and a big hill between the shops and my house.
There was a toy store at the row of shops, in which I frequently threw tantrums. :D There are better places to live, but I'd prefer it to where I'm living now. There is a rather large, beautiful house at the end of the same road owned by a family friend which I'd absolutely love to have.