Come to Cross Flatts Park

It’s impossible to photograph how lovely it was in the park this lunchtime. 

The crocuses if not carpetting the park are at least picnic rugs spread under the sound of birdsong – blackbird and robin and maybe a thrush.

The children laughing and singing and calling not whining and cold and tired by school days.

The grown-ups smiling and stopping and talking and open in the sunshine as the crocuses.

Spring is Sprung and Beeston is Beautiful.