Not far from our residence in town is the Royal National City Park, “a unique historic landscape interwoven with parks, beautiful buildings, woods and forests, open land and beaches, offering opportunities for visiting royal palaces and museums, strolling among ancient trees and swimming off your own private rock”. Living there is a privilege, and very posh of course. One part of this park, near the university campus, was once one or two country estates for nobility and wealthy merchants. The buildings have survived to this day and if someone, for some reason, offered me even the smallest garden shed I would accept instantly…
I just looked at a map and realised that our neighbourhood, although not at all rural, is officially part of this park!
Anyway, it was but a few minutes ride (on bike, not horse) for me to get to the last event before the summer holidays.
On the edge of a pond is a large gazebo where we assembled for picknick, animated conversation and dancing. We did the Duke of Kent’s Waltz, Childgrove, Mr Beveridge, one quadrille, and a couple of other country dances a l’anglaise.