
The stream full of lost souls settled at the bottom, all waiting in line, flowing in the same direction, with the same destination: purgatory. A depressingly slow march to a known fate.
Up close you can see the blood drained from their souls.
There are wild ponies at the park, for children they're centaurs in disguise as ponies.
(There's nothing magical about this, unless you count the sunlight beams reflecting off the water like diamonds, but I just wanted to point out the inconvenient placing of the bench. No one was able to sit at any of the benches surrounding the lake because the ground was water logged and thick with mud.)
(I just find water logged areas fascinating, I am always tempted to step into them and prod around with a stick because of the different depths of water in each area.) But for a child, this could be the remains of a battle between the aforementioned natives and nomads which occurred decades ago but no one walks across due to the haunting memories of it.
(I love birch trees, they remind me of a winter wonderland and look pretty in my opinion.) These are soldiers in disguise, wearing cloaks to blend in with the trees, ready to defend their land till death.
There were actually children using sticks as swords running between these trees. I think it's intriguing how children interact with places like Sutton Coldfield Park, I think the park is just there for leisurely walks and fresh air. A hidden advantage is that the natural forms of the area prod children to be curious and thus explore more and to us, as adults, it gives the park more character too.




















