New Zealand’s vast open countryside is on such a scale that public parks are a rarity.  In London they are the green lungs of the city and provide a playground for the millions of people who live in the city.  For all the years I worked and visited London there is one park that I’m not sure I ever visited for pleasure even though I’ve scuttled through it’s outer reaches as a route to somewhere else.  It was quite a treat to have the time and familial company to wander around Regent’s Park basking in a glorious early autumn glow.

As we wandered along the smart walkways I was struck how we were following in the footsteps of countless Londoners over hundreds of years who have taken to promenading for pleasure in these Royal Parks.  The place was buzzing with people having a great time.  People meeting with friends, families out to play and individuals finding solace in a quiet spot amongst the beautifully manicured gardens. Although I’m sure there were plenty of out of towners in the park, I reckon the majority of people were locals out enjoying themselves on a balmy Sunday afternoon. I couldn’t help feel I was an observer of this recreational playground rather than a participant and whipped out my camera for a few moments exploration.

These three photographs summed up for me the Regent’s Park experience.  These and a handful of photographs of my brother in law and nephews setting new standards in photographic gurning!

Picnicking friends

 Male Observation – what must they have been thinking?

The Abandoned Scooter – A child’s distraction