We’re away this weekend for the Bank Holiday and to celebrate my in-laws Ruby wedding anniversary.
We’re staying in an incredibly beautiful village called Blewbury. It’s full of stunning cottages, a bubbling river and a lovely pub.
Following lunch at the pub we went to find the local park. A lovely lady who was busy in her garden pointed is in the right direction and we excitedly made our way to it.
As we walked we continually promised O fun on the swings (her favourite part of any park). When we arrived however we found a rather depressing sight. The park was deserted, the equipment was gradually being reclaimed by nature and the swing had a small handwritten sign sellotaped to it warning people not to play on it!
It felt like visiting a playground in the ruins of Chernobyl.
Here are some pictures, excuse the eerie filter – artistic license!