Postman’s Park

I discovered Postman’s Park whilst temping nearby. It’s very small, little more than a sliver between other spaces, but it has some grass and is I guess a former graveyard as it abuts a small church. It has unfortunately changed in important details from when I used to sit in it and eat my lunch: The grass hummock in the image used to support a large and rather eery statue of a minotaur bent over as if in pain and fury and the grey-stoned building at the rear of the image was a very large shell – nothing inside it but scaffolding to support the glassless walls Northern Adventure (St Pancras) by Paul Nash communicates its spirit). The grey, lowering skies of the autumnal weather were entirely suited to the surroundings. It felt like my very own Fall Of The House Of Usher. One other important detail: there’s a wall of plaques commemorating various fatal acts of heroism committed in Victorian times – in this panorama they’re just visible under the eaves of the red bricked building. Well worth visiting.