I grew up spending my weekends at Frimley Lodge Park. My dad and I had a specific route that we'd bike, which would start off at the train station, lead along the river, down that exhilaratingly steep hill (always a highlight of the ride), then through the fields and back around. In fact, I first learned to ride a bicycle here. My dad ran behind me along one of the long gravel paths, promising to hold on to the back of the saddle while I pedalled -- a promise that he failed to keep, of course, and it wasn't until I looked back to see him now yards away from me that I realised I was riding on my own.
I've never lived anywhere since then with a park like Frimley Lodge, and I miss it. My family moved to California over ten years ago, and while there are plenty of small community parks, nothing compares. I always go back to the park when I'm visiting Frimley, if only to remind myself of how lucky I was as a child to have such a great expanse of beautiful green land practically in my back garden. It's a fantastic place for walks, runs, bike rides, or team games in the field. Not to mention BBQs and picnics! read more