Being in the park is one of life’s simple pleasures. The quiet thud of fresh grass underfoot; the chorus of far-off laughter which announces friendships and families; birds, dogs, and suspicious squirrels; and space, space, space. So much space. Space you can spin in and spread in and sink in. Fresh air and birdsong and every cliché you could ever imagine, blooming up from the ground in this little paradise cordoned off from the urban greige. New memories born under trees older than time. Freedom and peace. We neglect them all too often, but these local parks are honest gems. (Plus who hasn’t been felt up in a park before?! It’s a British rite of passage, right?!) 🌳🌿🍃 {Dress and bag gifted.}