Today we went to Clarisford Park. What differenced today from monday is that I was able to bring the camera and record some videos. In total, we spent the same time outside of our house than monday, even though we moved by car. Becasue of the long path we had saved by going by car instead of passing through the town centre, we were able to explore the Park and discover things I didn't know were there.
Clarisford Park is a place we are fairly familiar with, as we used to do some football matches and training there. Of course, the Park by itself is huge, so it does not contain football pitches exclusively. The park is a beloved spot for runner and walkers, who direct there to give a daily walk or organise a small race. Because of its flat lands, this park is perfect for constructing fields, and the surrounding forests are also quite unique. Unlike the Ballyccugaran lakeside, I have gone many times to Clarisford park, so the landscape was familiar.
Our tour was fairly easy to plan: First, we would follow the gravel path, which gives a near complete sight of the park, and then we would access the small paths at the sides. We would observe the green fields and the electricity cables, suspending above our heads. We would observe the lake and the opposite shores, and we would record all the way. I discovered there was a small stream of water, which I dubiously would call a river. There was even a shabby bridge which we dared not to cross.
Although I had been many times here, I still did not know the whole path, so we followed it until we arrived to the starting point. Becasue we had come by car, we had to spend more time in the park so keep the excursion time stable. We decieded to give another lap to the park, this time taking photos of what we considered relevant and inspecting the surrounding forests. The most amusing thing of the forest was a section that had trees displayed in an outlandish way, similar to a spider's web. That section of the forest, which I had never visited before, was as if the roots had never grown; the branches remained thin, curved, and sometimes overlaped.
After that, I tried to find new sections of the forest, but all of them were dead ends. I got tired of it and returned to the starting point, from where we directed to home. We planned to go walking; that would make up for the hour and a half we had planned. When we were already a solid 10 minutes away from the park, we realised we had forgotten something, and Izan had to go back. After than, nothing special happened, but the familiar streets of Killaloe appeared on our sight.
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