Tranquil and tiny, it is a quiet respite from the traffic and rush of people, tucked away as it is in the streets behind St Paul’s Cathedral.
Happening upon the little gated entrance, I entered into a pretty, shaded space, with flower beds bright and lush with colour and greenery.
The fountain trickled away with fish plumbing the murky depths of the pond. Beyond that a row of gravestones quietly stand to attention, growing mossy with age.
The memorial plaques brought a tear to my eye reading the circumstances in which people died, most trying to save others. Very sad.
There was a strange beehive contraption further in, behind benches laden with bird poo. I gather there was some kind of competition to design a new type of beehive. Curious and intriguing and adds to the overall charm of Postman’s Park.
I expected it to be a bit bigger I suppose, but what I got was peaceful and perfect. I would definitely pop in of a lunchtime if I worked nearby.