Parklife
| Sunday 21 March, 2004 |
I really should be Bangin the Plexi and watching ice hockey right now but after a run around for the Supporters Team (a respectable 2-2 draw deep down in some Kent No Mans Land), my creaking knees just can't manage to keep the peddles turning all the way up Brixton Hill. I blame it on the carpet burn.
Instead, a bit of a post-game warm down spent wandering lazily around Larkhall Park, one of South London’s best kept secrets. So much so in fact that the useless tossers at Lambeth Council routinely forget to pay attention to the upkeep of the amphitheatre on account of the fact that it doesn’t have an SW4 postcode. Still, at least you won't find any Arthur or Martha prominent MPs cruising the bushes.
The late evening Sunday sunshine was just too good an opportunity to go into a snap happy frenzy and enjoy the tranquillity of the hidden gardens (even the winos can't find them) as a fine early Spring sunset appeared over SW8.
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friends of larkhall park
