Boscawen Park x 3

Boscawen Park is a charming place, but I didn’t expect to visit it three times in two days.

I arrived in Truro Tuesday afternoon and took Mum and Dad straight out to the park for a toddle round the lake.  We spotted swans with seven cygnets (shouldn’t somebody write a popular Christmas song about this?), gave grain to the ducks and even to the glossy purple-black rooks who have muscled in on the act.

That evening, I was meeting Fiona to go to the pub.  I’d assumed somewhere in town, but she’d chosen the Heron at Malpas, so her husband kindly ferried us to Boscawen so we could walk the rest of the way along the tree-rooty footpath beside the river.

In the mean time, ignorant of Fiona’s plan, I’d arranged to meet Jennie on Wednesday, in order to walk to the Heron.  Where were we meeting?  Boscawen Park of course.  Jennie turned up in slingbacks so we chose the road this time.

But even though I’d visited three times, Boscawen Park still managed to spring a surprise on me.  I was watching the surface of the lake, when two beady eyes met mine.  Surfacing to grab a breath of air was a large terrapin.  They are not native to the UK so it must have been an abandoned pet.  Good old Boscawen!