A Place of our Own in the Woods

I wanted to take some photos in the central city yesterday but, thanks to road works and deviations, I failed to reach my intended destination. I finally ended up at  Little Hagley Park where  I was able to recuperate and recover my senses.

Little Hagley ParkAlthough, our central city buildings  and roads are in a state of upheaval (or heaved over in some cases), and out of kilter like this bridge on Helmores Lane,  we are able to  salvage our sanity  in places like  Little Hagley Park.  We are so lucky that, approximately a few hundred metres from demolition and digging, and a major city road, we can lose ourselves in solitude and calm.

Under the trees at Little Hagley Park, we can feel far removed from the busyness of city living.

In  every direction there is a  peaceful wooded view. This is the view, looking across the Avon, from Little Hagley Park  to Millbrook Reserve

And this is the view from the Reserve, looking across the Avon, to Little Hagley Park.

Thanks to our first city planners and all the many wonderful landscapers, planners,  gardeners and hard workers who came after, we can believe, for a moment or more, that each of us has a place of our own in the woods, in the city. 

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