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Setting out from home it was clear that at last autumn was here. The local children will be happy because their park is again open with their new play equipment. It seems that they have moved away from fake turf to sand, and swings are back on the agenda.


  1. The leaves are beautiful and the park looks a nice place for grandchildren

    1. Over a 20 year period the playground has had several makeovers. The nieces and nephews hated it as soon as they took out the big slippery dip and see-saw so we walked to the other park where the big swings (now gone) still hadn't suffered that fate.

      This latest version seems to have dumbed down the playground even further but it is used a lot and most particularly by people with very young children these days.

      The bigger kids climb the trees.

  2. A lovely cosy playground with a soft place to land. But I have to ask: What is the squiggly thing with the red knob on top?

    1. A spinning thing. The kids sit/stand on the black bit then use the bent bit to make it turn around. It's only been in the playground a week but the kids have no trouble figuring it out.


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