Profit on day £175
Bobby is too old for long walks these days. Indeed, many days we walk a couple of hundred yards down the lane, he stops, looks at me, and say “yep, that’s me done, mate.” So, our Sunday sojourns over the Shropshire Hills are a thing of the past. Instead we go for a lap of Telford Town Park.
Which is an amazing place, and huge kudos to the town planners who designed it – a giant park smack in the middle of Telford. The rest of the town might be a roundabout shrine to the motor car but that just makes the park seem more momentous.
It’s not small – don’t think old Victorian town parks for feeding the ducks and Sunday strolls – it can’t be far off the size of Wimbledon Common. And there’s loads going on. Apart from all the runners and dog-walkers, there’s sports fields, a huge array of playground stuff for the kids, miniature golf, a frisbee-golf course, loads of pools for fishing, and illegal swimming, picnic areas, an old chimney from the Industrial Revolution, an aerial walkway thingy, a kid’s Winter Wonderland full of large admittedly rubbish-looking dinosaurs and stuff, bikes for hire, a set of formal gardens, waterfalls, duck ponds and instant access to the Telford Shopping Centre and bars. Yesterday, there was an orienteering event going, with people crashing in and out of bushes all around us. I think it was orienteering.