Brockwell Park

Brockwell Park lies between Brixton, Herne Hill and Dulwich in south London, and is one of my favourite daily walks. Hillier than other local parks, from some parts you can see the skyscrapers of central London and Canary Wharf, then turn and look at a landscape that might appear anywhere in rural southern England. In fact, the views explain the origins of the park’s centrepiece, Brockwell House, positioned so the estate’s owner could see his glass factory near St Paul’s.

Ploughing with horses is not a usual sight, even less so in such an urban setting. I’d seen a local business (er, pub) tweet a video of it and rushed down to find they were preparing some ground for a wild flower meadow. At the time it seemed a commentary on life after Brexit, but of course the reason for using horses was more about ecological sustainability which soon became another major theme of 2019.

I walk whatever the conditions, no matter if it’s “bad” weather or if something ugly is in the park, such as when a large part of this public space was sealed off for a private festival event.