It’s not very often that I don’t enjoy writing a post on my blog. Sifting through photos, trying to sum up facilities in a few hundred words, so that I don’t bore you senseless with how wonderful a place is, it’s not a hardship.
I don’t feel like that about today’s post though, I just feel sad.
I really wanted to like Lostock Park. It’s very close to The Trafford Centre and is a great sized green space, wedged between a housing estate and an industrial depot. It’s a place that should be acting as an important buffer between people’s homes and piles of pallets and lines of lorries.
To an extent it is just that. As I said, it’s a pretty big and open space. Effort has gone into this place; there’s a fairly recently done playground alongside some rather more “vintage” equipment, there’s a skate bowl which looked like it would be great if you know what you’re doing on a skateboard. There’s also a number of large wooden animal sculptures around the playing field. I saw a poster for a Friends of the Park meeting.
See, I’m trying to be positive. There are people who are trying here. The great work done by volunteers, trying to make their local park a place the community can enjoy never ceases to amaze me.
However, the photos tell you what you need to know. Every surface is plastered with graffitti. We picked our way past copious piles of dog poo in order to get across the grass and check out the fox sculpture. It had had its snout removed.
There were not many children at this park. In fact, we didn’t see many people at all, mainly dogwalkers. I’m not surprised.
In fairness, CJ enjoyed herself, skippety skipping around the playground. I’m pretty sure that was just because it was somewhere new.
I don’t think she’d be quite as happy if this was her local playground.