I've lost count of the number of times I have walked around Mote Park over the years. The first time must have been at least thirty five years ago. There are 450 acres of open parkland surrounding the lake and every inch of this great outdoors is enjoyed by young and old alike; dog walkers hurl sticks for 'Rover' to chase, small children wobble along pathways on bicycles, families picnic, couples stroll hand in hand, lads kick balls and gaggles of girls giggle on benches, admiring lads.
Of all the seasons to visit, I love Mote Park best in her Autumn golds. She puts on a wonderfully flamboyant show before Winter steals away her colourful landscape with his frosty chills.
When Stuart and I visited for a breath of fresh air yesterday afternoon, work had been actioned to 'improve' the park. Muddy pathways had been widened, levelled and tarmacked, lakeside areas stripped clear of unruly foliage and construction of a smart steel bridge was in progress across part of the lake, all in the name of progress.