Walking Into Stanley Park

This is my baby park, the place that first defined the word ‘park’ for me. I was born across the road in Diana Street, on the Walton side of the park and I’m often here still. Walking round, reading, meeting people and just being.

The park’s in good shape, much used and loved these days to the credit of many. And I think I love it the most on its quiet days, like in these photographs. The Edwardian bit being like our own stately home garden, that us lot in the working classes can stroll around for free any time we like, as if we owned the place. Which we do.

This morning I got off the 68 bus on Priory Road and walked into the park to meet a friend.

And when I met my friend we sat down and we talked, like we always do. With the park all around us.

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