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One of my favourite hang-outs as a child was a little, old-fashioned and rather neglected park between our house and the nearby beach. Even in the 70’s it’s formal beds of tea roses, mini-golf and benches were losing their lustre, though the pedal boats you could hire on a warm afternoon remained appealing for their anarchic possibilities as you careered around various mini islands splashing your friends.
Returning a few years ago I still enjoyed the park’s benign neglect. Most elegantly, this drained pond had developed a grid of neat, luscious grass between the tiles that lined it’s base.

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