Park juggling

I have a new favourite park.
My favourite park was Battersea Park.
Then it was Richmond Park.
Now it is Wimbledon Park.
I feel like some kind of Park adulterer! I am considering sharing the two. Wimbledon is now my summer park. Richmond is now my winter park. That is it, I’ve said it. I can’t go back now. I am committed. It is beautiful mind; Wimbledon Park seems to have a knack of..... Err......How can I put this?
There seems to be some kind of ‘chav’ force field in there. No more than a ratio of 5 pikeys per square acre I reckon. This is somewhat of a niche in the public park daytrip. You see, for a few years now; with the advent of what is known as a ‘sunshine’, parks tend to be THE place to show off your disgusting beer bellies and your astonishingly bad manners, coupled with a missus that looks like she has been dragged through a hedge backwards. Trips to the park have never really been that much fun until you find little oasis’s like Richmond or Wimbledon. I used to go to Wimbledon Park with my secondary school and have fond memories of it so for the life of me I can’t understand why I haven’t frequented it more. With the pikey ratio as it is, this park can do no wrong. It isn't very big due to most of its area being made up of a massive lake, it just makes you feel incredibly relaxed and I am championing it to the masses.

Of course, as a footnote to this, If you are reading this and have felt that you do ont seem to have ever encountered a pikey or chav at a park.............then you are that person!