I have blogged about the millionaire Sheffield philanthropist Alderman J. G. Graves before. See here. Yesterday afternoon, before food shopping, I had a long walk round Graves Park in the southern part of the city. It was of course named after him. There are 92 hectares in total and the park contains ancient woodland, streams, the remains of an old packhorse route, football pitches, bowling greens, a cafe, tennis courts, a children's petting farm and an actual farm that specialises in Highland cattle. The parkland was given to the city of Sheffield by Graves in the mid nineteen thirties.
|Park entrance from Meadowhead|
|Tired blogger resting by the bowling green. I hope he wasn't dead.|
|Two man football practice|
|A view of Woodseats from Bolehill|
|Norton Hall and Norton Parish Church on the edge of the park. There was a significant |
country estate here before the arrival of William the Conqueror and those pesky French.
|Horny Highland cattle. According to the information|
panel, this one is called Bob.
Dog walkers. Young mothers pushing prams. Old people sitting on benches. Toddlers feeding the ducks. Football players and lone photographers like me. Schoolchildren strolling home. In cities, parks like Graves Park provide the opportunity for time out from domestic life. No walls. No television or radio blaring. Green grass and trees. The promise of springtime stirring. Thanks again John Graves. Gone but not forgotten.