Dogshit Park

After walking across the green sward of Ruskin Park yesterday, taking the opportunity of a warm sun to feel the earth below my feet instead of tarmac, I soon needed to be vigilant and nimble. A short step here, wider stride there, a little pirouette and leap here. the joy of spring hadn't quite entered my step simply the need to avoid the endless piles of dog turd smothering the park from west to east, top to bottom. I think Ruskin Park should be re-named Dogshit Park in honour of those dog-owners who choose not to pick up the contents excreted from their dogs' behinds but instead seem happy that this public park should come to resemble a sewage works. Thank you for the ballet lessons.