What park would be complete without a little picturesque English foliage?
It was only slightly diminished by the fact that one of these swamp plants smelled an awful lot like body odor, but hey, you can't have it all!
You'll have to use your imagination here a bit, but this view contains the former site of a Victorian manor house and grounds. Behind this line of trees is a series of mounds and valleys that mark out a whole settlement of medieval cart paths and house plots.
Of course, to Pete this park was just a sweet, sweet playground. Here he is running full speed down a path with a tennis ball in his mouth.
Look at this cute bench with the little owls!
I've never seen an actual ice house before. Here's a cross-section of how they work.
This is what one looks like in real life.
I bet it's haunted. Spooky!
Okay, so this park is in a town, called "Blaby." Craig and I are still trying to figure out exactly how to pronounce this one. Does it rhyme with "maybe" or "cabbie" or maybe it's "blobby"?
We put Pete on the leash for this part because we could hear cows moo-ing in the background and Pete has a thing for cow patties.
Pete hears the cows.
Little Maya and me.
Hiking is serious business. Or sleepy business.
A patch of brick and stone cobble in the middle of the woods. I wonder what used to be there?
Okay, this picture actually comes from our Sunday adventure back to Abbey park. I just had to include it because I thought it was really cool to see all the geese lined up on the top of the dam. What are they looking for? Or, maybe they just like the feeling of flowing water over their feet?
