All parks contain pathways that are not marked out or even maintained. They’re the desire lines trodden out by our feet. And there’s a long sequence of these paths round the outside edge of our local park here in Wavertree. Called ‘The Mystery’ by all of us, for reasons that need not detain today’s walk. Let’s go.
One of the three most common buttercups. But first among all of its equals about to arrive. On the outside edge of The Mystery.
A perfect evening walk in a difficult time, over the road from where so many of us are.
The park at our back gate is called Fawkner Park. It’s around 100 acres. Whilst I appreciate it, I think park is a misnomer. It’s really a series of sports fields and a playground linked by rather grand boulevards of trees. I’d like some wilder places and tracks.
In these days of social isolation, the park is very busy with a new set of visitors – many very small children on brightly coloured plastic scooters, racing along and probably wondering why they’ve suddenly been given these toys and endless hours with their parents!
A walk in the park is not exactly a calm stroll in nature, but has to be appreciated until we can go further afield. Take care Ronnie.