I grew up right next to a park. How lucky is that? I always had somewhere to play and hide. I always had somewhere to escape to. Growing up next to a park practically shaped my entire personality.
When I moved away from home, I didn’t actually move too far. I’m around 30 minutes down the road from my parent’s house and the park, so it’s pretty nice and easy to get there. East Park is just the best park. It’s not too busy to be crowded but not too empty to make me anxious. It’s clean and well looked after. It’s full of wildlife. Most importantly, it was my back garden growing up. It’s still the perfect place to escape to.
When I don’t have the time or the funds to go further afield (train prices are insane!), I’ll head there to walk among the trees, feed the ducks and probably stare enviously at the swings because damn… taking up a swing when you’re 21 isn’t socially acceptable.
For someone with such a deep-rooted passion for nature and the outdoors, living in the city is a bit like living in a bird cage. You can’t stretch your wings. That’s why the park is so great – it’s like a middle ground between the city and the countryside.
A couple of weeks ago, me and Matt went on a little adventure to see the animals in the park. Turns out, they closed pretty early that day… bummer. Instead, we went for a walk around the lake and I whacked my camera out, as usual, to capture the day.
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I think East Park is one of the loveliest places in Hull!
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Photographs are my own. © Morgan Mills.