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As it’s in a corner of the recreation ground closest to where I’m staying, I’ve now observed this unassuming toilet block whilst strolling past on multiple occasions. It’s a hotbed of not exactly legal activity judging by the shifty characters catching each other’s eyes outside and then heading into the ladies’ toilet entrance, pictured. Around the gents’ entrance on the other side I’ve seen a Police Community Support Officer doing a sweep after an unusually high number of male patrons have been frequenting such a random toilet. Oh yes, all the drama happens on Coleridge Rec.

Elizabeth and I had an altogether more wholesome visit to the recreation ground for a lunchtime loop around. She mused over opening a café in a location such as the bowling pavilion sandwiched between the bogs and hidden by blossom in the picture. Not a bad idea if she doesn’t mind getting caught up in the occasional police raid.