The William Morris reserve on Harold Street definitely exceeded my expectations of a suburban reserve. Most are pretty flat and clear, might have a few trees and a park bench, but this one had all of that and way, way more. It was dense bush land with trees and shrubbery packed in really tight. Little tracks crisscrossed their way all through it and there were a few moments were I panicked, wondering how I would find my way back out again. For those who don’t like to have trees brushing their elbows or have to duck under branches, there is one main path that leads right through the middle. All the little paths eventually meet this one as I soon found out. I walked through a lot of cobwebs on the little paths, which could mean one of two things. Either the park is really unpopular, which I cannot fathom, or there are a lot of spiders there. The birdlife here is awesome and there was constant movement above my head. It got pretty tight in there at times so I was happy when the path opened up and there was a little clearing with a bench — a rest was definitely needed. At the end of the main path there is a little playground with a park bench. When I reached this I was really hoping someone had moved my car to this end so that I wouldn’t have to walk back through the narrow paths. Of course no one had moved my car, but this allowed me to fid the wider path, which I had walked straight past on my first entrance into the Reserve. Lesson learned. I’m looking forward to taking my dog there for an excursion — he would love snuffling through all the shrubbery and there are so many twisting paths that I could easily walk him in circles for a few hours and he would have no idea. Perfect!
