A Sunny Afternoon in the Park!

Hi there! I know I’ve been doing loads of blog posts on my recent trip to Crete so I thought I’d spice it up a bit and give you guys something different! Think of it as a breather in between all these god damn holidays posts! 

Now, I don’t know about your neck of the woods but up where I live the past couple of days have been pretty damn epic! The sun has been out and that means only one thing for me, ice cream in the park! 

We headed to Sefton Park in Liverpool as the lake is huge and I wanted to visit the Palm House, a place I haven’t  been to since I was a kid! As a kid I was obsessed with the Peter Pan statue that was there (I genuinely thought it was the best thing since sliced bread) however as an adult I’ve now realised its not actually that big of a deal…

The Palm House is beautiful huge conversatpry in the park with flowers from all over the world. As a kid I used to pretend I was in the novel, The Secret Garden and hide in between the flowers. 

I’m not gonna lie it was pretty hot in The Palm House so we left after admiring the flowers to go and walk around the lake. 

On our way, we made friends with some of the local wildlife! Gotta love them ducks! 

We didn’t realise it but there was watersports available at the Lake and I must admit I was very tempted to high a rowing boat, it was so picturesque! 

But instead I sat on the grass by the lake and had my ice cream, had to be done! 


Author: Chelsea Thompson

Scriptwriter and Stand Up. A recovering chocoholic who is trying to maintain a balanced lifestyle whilst putting on make up and travelling around a bit!!

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