This is the Arboretum. It was common land until 1870, when the city decided it would be a public park, and hired Edward Milner to design and build the Arboretum. It opened two years later.
It’s one of my favourite parts of Lincoln. I have vague memories of being here as a kid, but I don’t think we came here too often, as there were parks nearer to our house and my grandparents’ house.
I do remember being a bit freaked out by this lion, though.
And there’s a frisbee on top of this bandstand, which, I like to think is the same one I accidentally threw up there one summer’s afternoon in 1990 when a few friends and I decided the weather was too nice to spend working at art college.
There’s good memories of walking through here on my way to and from my first serious girlfriend’s house, too. It’s a splendid place to feel all loved-up.
What a great idea the Arboretum was. Yet again, though, it makes me a little bit sad that our generation isn’t going to leave much like this behind for future generations to enjoy. We’ll leave them shopping malls, with the occasional shitty plaza, full of bland benches, bland fake-Italian ice cream cafes, and bland children’s play areas; with lots of regulations describing what type of fun you’re allowed to have.