I do love good municipal park, especially on a warm spring day.
Wide open spaces and well planted trees.
And picturesque steps.
Which seem to go on for a very long time.
It's lovely to reach the top and find a flat, wide promenade. The Victorians really knew how to design public places.
And if you look closely, you may find an iron dog or two, accentuating a bench handle, where you have gratefully plonked yourself after your step-climbing exertions.
There are grand old houses that look like wedding cakes.
And fierce, exotic creatures.
Sadly, the sweet shop was closed.
And I could have scoffed a whole bag of lemon bonbons.
But there was the treat of afternoon tea at Patisserie Valerie, as a reward for all those steps.
