I love bringing my son up in the town which I grew up in. Every experience he has is imprinted with the memories of my siblings, friends and I doing exactly the same thing, echoing the past, mirroring my actions, with a twenty or thirty year gap.
Our town has many parks, indeed it's known for it, and one of those parks has a plethora of play opportunities. Huge sweeping fir trees with gargantuan hiding spaces close to the tree trunk, woodland dells, Victorian pathways, aviaries with tweeting canaries, and overrun hedges.
In the small playground area, there is a hedge. It's an ancient hedge riddled with pathways which have been explored by children for generations.
And, as these photos of The Boy show from this Spring and the past two, it's a favourite with the next generation as well.