Regular readers of this blog will know of the senseless bile that I have been spitting out about the hedges in some of the gated areas of the town which obscure their beautiful houses from the view of ordinary people. It surprised no one more than me therefore, to visit Camden Park- just as private and exclusive as the others, but with hedges that were politely lowered in my honour.
The houses are wonderful of course, and the sun seemed to come out spontaneously in recognition of this hedgelessly socialist utopia- only colour photography can suit the joy this brought me:
When there were hedges, they were crafted into jaunty bits of topiary as above or in this scene- almost as if they were gently mocking my hedge-hatred:
But just when I was feeling so unusually benign about the rich owners of these trimmed wonders, another nagging thought emerged-
If this is Camden Park, where is the actual park?
Then, when I found it, once again the cruel nature of the oppression of the exploited poor became obvious- there is a beautiful park, but as far as I can see no-one is actually allowed in it- at every potential access point, it seems to be locked:
The houses themselves get a view of it, but it appears as if no-one can actually step into it, which seems to me to be just as sad for the owners themselves as it it for the likes of the rest of us.
You can sense it in the furtiveness of these shots, as the best view you can get is from behind the trees that surround it:
Makes me hanker for the right to roam in Calverley Park!!