A walk in the park II

Back at the start of April I wrote about how my beloved nearby park had come to life in Spring. I wrote its sanctuary-esque qualities and how it’s a reason we haven’t moved for so long. It’s different now though. Now it’s Summer, and unfortunately Summer equals ‘Chavs’. I prefer the term ‘towny’, but the characteristics remain the same.

All I wanted to do was accompany Sarah on her Race for Life training plan running aroung the lake, but they were everywhere. Just as the Spring buds had turned into volumous blooms, so the townies had sprung up all around the lake. Most had forgotten to put on all of their clothing this morning and many were going for a cider/cheap lager lunch. One in particular was attemping a Cordon bleu feast of cheap white wine in the full sun and judging from her pained expression as she drooped on the floor next to her ‘boyf’, it was not a great success. My peaceful, tranquil park had turned into some greenfield version of the Blue Water Shopping centre, beautiful and functional but infested with hoodies and tracksuits – ironically the joggers weren’t the ones in tracksuits.

It’s part of the natural cycle of the park. At first I felt like my space had been taken away from me, but now I just need to remember that it’s a public form of timeshare property and keep my visits to weekdays during office hours – when most of them are in Blue Water and it’s relations.