Sunbathing in the park
Sunbathing in the Park It was a typical English Summer – you had to make the most of the sunshine as you never knew when it would bother to come back. I’d already taken my young daughters to play in the small local park on both Saturday and Sunday but because it was nice and hot I decided to visit again, on the Monday afternoon for a little bit of sunbathing. As I settled down on the grass with my book, cigarettes and a bottle of water the metal gate creaked open and a group of coloured youths noisily entered with a football. I’d seen them on both previous visits so wasn’t particularly bothered by their presence as they had kept themselves to themselves playing football in the bottom corner. It was difficult to tell …