I drive past Brighton Lake every day, but it still never looks quite right to me- it has the look of a village pond, but has a major road just next to it.
The trees and reeds around it are otherworldly and best of all is the rickety old duck shelter on its own tiny island.
Sure enough, a bit of googling shows up its strange history. It used to be called Pope’s Puddle after the vicar of King Charles the Martyr, one WL Pope, who came up with the idea of making work for the idle poor by getting them to dig out a child friendly pond at the bottom of town.
Maybe today he’d be employing them to tear down the hedges in Calverley Park- or maybe I shouldn’t start that debate going again!
There are incidentally some great old pictures of it here.