This is Harmsworth Park or, to give it its full name, Geraldine Mary Harmsworth Park. We came here after work and reclined on a blanket, which explains the low angle of this photo.
The unusual name derives from the mother of Harold Harmsworth, 1st Viscount Rothermere, a newspaper magnate, who bought the land in 1930 and donated it to the London County Council to be made into a park in her honour. The land had previously belonged to the Bethlem Royal Hospital.
The park has a nice little cafe called Cafe Roma where we bought ice cream. Tigger is at the counter in this photo but as she is behind the tree you can’t see her.
The park is also known for its rather lugubrious occupant. I refer, of course, to the Imperial War Museum.
The Imperial War Museum, seen here with its pair of big guns, is not my favourite place to go, as you probably guess, knowing my anti-violent proclivities.
It was the end of a long day for Tigger and she fell asleep on the blanket and even emitted a couple of snorks* before waking herself up.
“Are you going to put that in your blog?”
“Er, no, probably not.”
“You can, if you like. It might raise a smile.”
There were quite a few people in the park, including several large groups of young people, school parties come to visit the Museum, probably, some of them from abroad.
There were also birds, including the usual pigeons and quite a few crows. It’s generally hard to get close to crows because they have been so persecuted and abused by man but here they were less afraid of people and it was fun to watch them poking around in the grass and holding conversations in the trees.
Parks are one of London’s great treasures and it is good to enjoy them and see them being enjoyed by others.
*snork (neol.), a sharp and sharply abbreviated snore, partaking of the qualities both of a snore and of a snort. As I have never heard anyone else make a similar noise, we agreed to call it a snork.