I have clear memories of my Dad taking me to this park when I was first learning to ride a bike, thirty-mumble years ago.
Back then, I wasn’t confident crossing the bridges, and would always wobble over just before the bridge. My Miss Seven had no such problems.
The duck pond hasn’t changed much in three decades, although there has been some work done making a feature of the spring, and some strategically placed seating.
Now I get to enjoy taking this generation to practise their bike riding. And one day, they might bring their children here too.
(Apologies for photo quality – using my phone camera)