Upper Valley.

Passing by on my bike today I noticed that the gates to the Upper Valley were open. This was my real playground as a child and was directly behind the end of our cul-de-sac. In recent years it has been a pitch and putt course but because of cutbacks it has not been open this year. Today I found access. I presume the O.P.W. were doing some work there although I didn't see anyone. I didn't spend much time there as I didn't want to be locked in, despite my wilderness survival skills.
This is the stream where we caught pinkeens and sticklebacks. (pinkeen is an Irish word for minnows.) I wouldn't care to hit a golf ball in there. I kinda like the fact that it is returning to its wild state.