Preston Park

The regular exercise imperative and the sunny weather drew us out to Preston Park in Stockton from where we walked a few miles along the river before returning to pay a nominal fee to visit the museum, with its Victorian street and splendidly productive walled garden; there have been a few developments to the park since we were regular visitors with our children – the saplings planted by my young daughters are now tall trees, the toddlers’ play area they loved is now a skate park, and the main playground, which the boy preferred, now boasts bigger and better swings, climbing frames and slides, so much so that he, with us for this outing, insisted on trying them out despite being several years, and even more inches, too big.