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To answer Danivon’s question about whether the overgrown-ness at Broadfield Park is really that bad, here are two photos of the same place: the ornamental arch. Admittedly they are from different ends. The first picture was taken in April 2007 and the second was taken today.
When I first saw this I thought how great it must be for kids exploring the place. Even as an adult I was tempted to run through it – not something I would want to do now without serious protective clothing.
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Don’t know why but I am vaguely reminded of the old school cross country course. I always used to think mud-alley was misnamed – although it was sometimes muddy it always seemed to have nettles…
My abiding memory of mud alley is the mud. It was always a pleasure to ford the river afterwards to wash it all off.
Pointless if, like me, you manage to take a detour on the final leg and end up waist-deep in a pile of silage.
Happy days eh?