I have a child's affinity for Tunks. I fondly remember being smashed up into the bush by opposing batsmen in school cricket matches here, and 6-a-side football tournaments against kids who I'm sure were at least two years older and three years bigger than my scrawny little team of knees-and-elbows runts was.
Much like my haircut, the park hasn't changed much in the ensuing years. There's a rad little sea part but its boats only unfortunately, swimming isn't really a go there due to the sharp rocks and such, which is a rich shame.
These days Tunks is dog central, a place to let your 5-foot high Afghan off the leash to run like the wind with seventy other breeds that congregate and sniff each others' bums along the length and breadth of the park.
It's brilliant for casual sports games too: pick-up touch, cricket, soccer, whatever your pleasure - just not Badminton. You take your shuttlecock and you go play elsewhere ya bog nancy boy. And don't come back, y'hear? We don't like your type in these parts. Badminton. Pfft. Not even a real sport anyway.
BONUS: ever since the unsightly fence went up on the sandstone bridge way above the park you're no longer in danger of getting flattened by jumpers. Bonus, right? read more