This is the play park in the village I live in. It dates from around the mid-late 1990s when the houses surrounding it were built. I used to play in this park regularly, so to walk past it and see it not just padlocked shut so nobody could play there, but it was completely unattended and the grass was all grown over like somewhere in Chernobyl was very eerie and just quite depressing. There was something very sinister about seeing something that is synonymous with some of your happiest childhood memories be locked shut so that no child was able to play there like I had. I think it highlights just how anti-joy and anti-children the lockdown restrictions were and really how grateful I was to not have had my childhood interrupted by this.