I am watching the golf and the window is open. On the breeze come the strains of the brass band in the park.
Without going to the park I know that the grass will be coloured light tan and there will be people lying and sitting on the grass, benches and deckchairs and in the cafe. There will be babies in prams with sunshades, wearing pretty little sunhats, whilst older children will have seemingly endless energy running up and down the banks and being their usual pesky selves whilst the adults look on ready to pick up the ones that fall over or burst into tears with tiredness.
Once upon a time that was my family and as long as we can keep the Council's hands off our little park it will be a memory of many more families in the future.