Not too far way from where we lived we could walk into the countryside, and across to the Chells. Where we one picnicked at the side of corn fields soon became the Fairland Valley Lakes.
There was a bit of a fuss about the Park complex being built as I believe the Corporation wanted to build a road through the valley, but people power prevailed and the Lakes came to Stevenage. It looked very different in those days, with tiny sapling trees, but now is a most enjoyable place to walk, with mature trees in abundance.
The children’s play area, once an open paddling pool complex has recently become a prison like compound with a least eight rules and regulations sign poster. This is a big improvement in some ways, but a reflection on our times, of fear of paedophiles, but also teenage boys used to ride through the paddling pools on their bikes, and break bottles so children frequently cut themselves on broken glass.