Friday was beautiful and Dog insisted. You know how he can get. Lead crazy.
So it’s off on a circle to enjoy the three green spaces that form a crescent moon of a walk.
They are all different, all with their own character.
Dulwich and Sydenham Hill woods are overgrown proper woodland, a last vestige of the Great North Wood that stretched across southern England before man and mechanics rendered it these small much loved acres.
It is dog’s delight with its smells and sideshows, hidden burrows and shadow. Oh the shadows.
Dulwich Park fulfills its purpose – it gives the well heeled a rather classy place to imagine they might be living in Kensington if the bonus had been bigger.
For me the branded Lycra and toned arses are a small, if pert distraction from the trees.
This park is an arboriculturist’s wet dream.
And the yummy mummies and daddies of East Dulwich need somewhere to coach Tarquin and Grizelda in the art of snobbish indifference.
If the woods represent the Greens and Dulwich Park the moneyed Tory then Bel Air Park, fancy name notwithstanding has a functional Essex feel to it.
There’s a hint of a David Hemmings 1960 film to it, you half expect Reggie Kray to be exercising his Mastiff-Kalashnikov cross here amongst the football and ducks.
And then it’s home for tea. South London in a nutshell.
This is part of Jo’s Monday Walks