Look out, not in

By ruthymac

Beveridge Park

I grew up living across the road from this beautiful park; it was our playground, we walked our dogs there, had an occasional underage drink there before school discos, met our first boyfriends there and now I take my grand daughter there. It's so nostalgic to walk the dog there and I like to do it as often as I can, usually before I visit my mum in her care home. This morning's frost made the paths like glass but it was quiet and still and I enjoyed a wee trip down memory lane ♡

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