Cortile reserve

If you’re the kinda kid that believes in leprechauns (and, let’s face it, why wouldn’t you believe in small drunk Irish midgets with red beards and avarice) Cortile reserve is where you’ll find those bad boys.
Less a tiny park than it is a suburban sylvan glade, you’d never know this place was here unless you were looking for it. It sits hidden in the secret heart of a circular block of houses in Castlecrag, the retirement capital of the universe, a place populated by 100-​year old ancients and small dogs.
It’s a real find though, with childrens play equipment, tennis courts local bush trees and an old brick clubhouse for functions.