Our holiday to Jersey seems like a lifetime ago now. Every so often I look at the photos and remember how good a break, and what fun we had.
One of best and most simple things we did was go to the park near our hotel. Every day, in fact several times a day, because it was the nicest way to walk into town.
N loves a park, and the Howard Davis Park in St Helier is a pretty good example of a city park.
There was plenty of grass for sun bathing, playing football or just generally running around.
Winding paths to walk along and enjoy some shade.
Flowers galore. Not only the hydrangeas along the paths, but there were a couple of lovely garden areas.
One in a slightly oriental style with a little bridges and tall plants to walk through.
The other was a beautiful rose garden, with a wonderful walkway of flower trellises and goldfish pond. N hated that all the flowers meant I was always stopping to take photographs. It was so beautiful I couldn’t resist. The only thing was expecting the Queen of Hearts from Alice in Wonderland and her playing card Jacks, to turn up to paint the flowers.
N’s favourite area of the park was obviously the children’s playground. Every evening before (and sometimes after) we’d gone out for our evening meal, he would have a stop to play in it. It was perfect for under 6s, with plenty of equipment to go round including a bendy bike he loved, and a little trampoline.
Only once was there a problem with some older children loitering and taking over one evening. There were 3 dads and 1 other mum in the playground with their children, all younger than N. But I was the only one who mentioned that maybe they were over age to be in the playground. Of course, I got a sarky comment back although that boy did back off. Until a lippy one got on the equipment again, and started making comments about me moaning. Well, I’m not one to stop if someone’s in the wrong. And other parents were starting to leave.
I couldn’t believe not one other parent said something to them to back me up. Even N stood at the top of the climbing frame and told the boy that he would break the bendy bike because he was too big. Good on N who’s usually really quiet, for speaking up. What made me laugh was that some of the friends were then telling the kid to not swear in front of young children and just to leave it. Of course, this kids didn’t take any notice.
In the end, N wanted to go. He told me he didn’t want to go back to the playground again the next day because he was scared of them. I was so annoyed with them, not realising how scared young children may get, and how there’s a reason why play equipment and play areas have age restrictions.
We went back to the playground before we left, and our feelings about the park being a lovely place returned.
One lunch time we had a lovely picnic in the sun, and N took his ball out for a brief kick around as well.
We didn’t find time to have afternoon tea in the tea rooms there. For facilities it’s a great park. It’s always handy to have decent toilets available when you’re spending so much time in a park.
I don’t think our trip to Jersey would have been quite the same without the relaxing time we spent in the park.
Do you look out places like this when you go on holiday?
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