I am not a fan of the park. I may or may not have even uttered the words “Great! Off to the fucking park” under my breath en route to the park. Once or twice. Maybe. I don’t mind the park if I can sit and enjoy a coffee and the sunshine next to the park. But when you need me to get in amongst the park – push swings, play in the shop, I generally would prefer to be somewhere else.
But. Monday afternoon I figured it was time to get to the park. Get some freezing cold winter wind pulsing through our veins and get out there amongst it. I mean, it sure as hell beats being in an office right? I really must remind myself of that every now and then.
And one good thing about this park? It’s right next door to the bakery in town. And we may or may not have rolled 2 finger buns AND a custard tart whilst we were here. Just to get right amongst it. And get the ‘full’ experience. You know?