Here's some scenic pics of my local park. The park is the old grounds of a Georgian Hall, with a small church, rectory, gamekeeper's house, fish ponds, herb gardens, ornamental lake, a small lane of terraced cottages – all like something out of Jane Austen. The Hall fell into disrepair after the last squire died childless in 1917, and it was eventually demolished in the 1950s when the land was bought by the council and they let all us local oiks in.