The best cure for melancholy is a walk in the parks so, in September 2014, I left behind all the might have beens and crossed the road to the enchanted park. If there’s one thing guaranteed to cheer me up this is it. They were mowing the grass and clearing up the debris when I got there. A man was whizzing around on a big mower and there were piles of fallen petals and leaves on tarpaulins spread out on either side of the path. Continue reading Happiness is a walk in the park – first published 5 September 2014
