Adventures at the Country Park

On Sunday Jake and I headed up to the Country Park. It's a place that has held a lot of memories for me throughout my life.

I'll always remember when me and my friend, Jon, were students. We'd been working on a video project all night and kept encountering a glitch in the playback of a particular scene. We flipped and cleared off around 11pm, intent on going to the Pier nightclub in Cleethorpes. It was my first time walking through the Country Park. It was deathly silent and dark and I'm sure we heard ghostly footsteps follow us across one of the wooden bridges...

There was the many Parkruns I've done there. Many times from 2016 to 2017 (and a few more years after that) it was like a ritual. Saturday morning with my mate, Matt. Picked up at 8.30am, at the Country Park by 9am, finishing with (hopefully) a PB by 9.30am. Brilliant days where I met many new running friends.

Then after the pandemic Jake and I visited here for the first time. Eating sweets by the lake and exploring the surrounding wooded areas. We got a little bit lost that day.

I remember visiting there the night after a certain orange creature had won a certain election. Me and Matt ran through their in the dark discussing politics and our fears for the future. Dark nights indeed!

And so we return to the present. Again, it's a place filled with many memories. Most of them happy. It always makes me feel warm when I return here. For a place that I don't visit that often, it's played such an important part of my life. I guess it will continue to do so.

Finally, here's a small selection of pictures that I took on Sunday.