The summer always makes me realise how much work goes into making Sefton Park looking tidy and pretty.
At the end of a weekend the park looks like a bomb has hit it, with discarded bags of rubbish lying around bins like scallies surrounding a newsagents.
Everyone seems to make a beeline for Sefton Park in the summer, and there are endless amounts of festivals, various events and bloody fun runs.
The park’s grassy expanses are perfect for lounging in the summer, but the growth in supermarket booze cruises and portable barbecues rather take their toll on public space in the summer, to my mind.
Sefton is probably at its most boring in the summer: the flora and fauna are at their least impressive and the place takes quite a battering.
Sefton Park CC’s lower ground is a constant attraction to teams of footballers, joy riders and ne’er-do-wells intent on causing trouble, to the chagrin of the groundsmen who fight running battles with ‘Toxtethians’.
But, after all, this is what public spaces are for. It makes it clear just how important green spaces are in the big city for the sanity and health of everyone who lives within one. It was one of things I missed most about living in town.
So, Sefton Park in summer isn’t the intriguing, beautiful, vaguely bleak place it is at other times of year. But it performs an admirable role in the city’s culture, health and life across race, religion and, er, running.