After having had a car on and off for the better of the past ten years I thought it might be difficult to get things done without one when we got here.
But as I enjoy walking, respectively shoving a pushchair while having a toddler in a backpack and there’s plenty buses, taxis and friends with cars, owning one is not a necessity at the moment.
Plus you approache and experience any whereabouts much different, obviously.
The above is on Culloden Avenue, aka “The Gruffalo walk”. There are groups of wooden sculptures, carved out of dead, but still standing trunks with lovely benches and full resting areas in between on a stretch of about 2km, thick green all around.
That’s very different to other places I’ve been: the vegetation is thicker, bushier, pretty untrodden to let grow, rather comparable to a proper jungle or rainforrest. I guess the not so rarely occuring rain does help. An anticlimax on such nice walks often emerges when pieces and piles of litter, plastic, broken glas and metal in all forms show. It’s not that there were no bins either. Maybe it’s not much worse at all than elsewhere but even more annoying because its such a beautiful place.