My son and I called at St. ives, Bingley on the way home, after a road diversion threw is past the rear entrance. I'd been meaning to reacquaint myself with the place ever since January when our ghost team almost got to investigate.
I hadn't been here since I was about 15. I was fully hormonal, with the world ahead of me, back then.
Now I was a dad bringing my 6 year old. Still single though. A massive amount has occurred between visits in my life and quite a bit has changed at St. Ives. The once mighty play area is now much mightier and larger than it once was. It contained the main points of my memory though, it just seemed different than I imagined it had looked.
In short, it was lovely and my boy thought the play bit alone was great. We plan to return and explore further, especially the cafe.
Long hot summer evenings catching sticklebacks with a net fade. Here's my chance to share similar adventures with my own son.
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