The Not-Another-Park Part II

How much difference can going round a corner make? A lot! You can go round a corner and be taken aback by the wafting aroma of freshly baked bread, by the sound of beautiful music being played by a busker or perhaps by a complete change in scenery of the park you have been walking in for hours:

When do the gardeners work their magic over here I wonder?

When do they steal in and shape the hedges so perfectly?

An arrangement of flowers

Peeping between the hedges, what do I see? There are benches for you and me!

Yellow marigolds. Like the orange ones in Monsoon Wedding

Stunning beauty in one of her simplest forms.

"Should not they walk? Would not Mr. Knightley shew them the gardens - all the gardens? She wished to see the whole extent."

NaBloPoMo 07

For I decided last year, I would.

So I will.

I hope you will survive the potentially perilous London Odyssey.

I present the Not-Another-Park!

When it is not known by the name I have given it (refer post title), it goes by the name, Regent's Park.

"The Regent's Park, 166 hectares (410 acres), was designed in 1811 by renowned architect John Nash and includes stunning rose gardens with more than 30,000 roses of 400 varieties. The Park is the largest outdoor sports area in London with 'The Hub' a community sports pavilion and sports pitches, nearly 100 acres available for sports fans of all abilities.

The Regent's Park is the largest grass area for sports in Central London and offers a wide variety of activities, as well as an Open Air Theatre, the London Zoo and many cafes and restaurants.

Henry VIII appropriated The Regent's Park for use as a hunting ground, which he considered to be an invigorating ride from Whitehall Palace. At that time, the only boundaries were a ditch and a rampart. Were he here today, Henry would hardly recognise the stylish gardens and sports fields that now stand in its place."

Every time I think of Regent's Park, I think it must have been made for our beloved Prince Regent. Who is he? Why, Hugh Laurie ofcourse, as George, The Prince Regent in Black Adder.

PICTURES PART I
The sight that welcomes you at the Baker Street entrance:

I loved these little canals that can be crossed on small pedestrian bridges.

Do you spy what I spied?

One of the few restaurants and paddleboats:


Like all London parks, this one had squirrels too. Squirrels brave enough to come within one feet of your feet. This little bugger found a nut, went crazy, dug a hole and buried it before scampering off.

This is only half of what is there. The second half?
Be prepared for a complete change of scenery!

"I wonder!"

For: Talena, who chose me as runners up for Rockin' Girl Blogger despite the sparse posts.

"It is quite a three pipe problem . . . "

"'The Valley of Fear,'" the lady answered. "That was an expression he has used when I questioned him. 'I have been in the Valley of Fear. I am not out of it yet.' -- 'Are we never to get out of the Valley of Fear?' I have asked him when I have seen him more serious than usual. 'Sometimes I think that we never shall,' he has answered."

Mediocrity knows nothing higher than itself; but talent instantly recognizes genius . ..

"The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes."

"It is quite a three pipe problem . . . "
"I wonder!" said he, leaning back and staring at the ceiling. "Perhaps there are points which have escaped your Machiavellian intellect. Let us consider the problem in the light of pure reason."

"When you have one of the first brains of Europe India up against you, and all the powers of darkness at his back, there are infinite possibilities."