Although we only lived about 2 or 3 miles from Sutton park during and just after the war, it seemed to take us about half an hour in the oldmans battered Austin 7. That proberly includes stops for punctures and a halfgallon in the tank. In the famous language of--Kids plus journeys--equals boredom, and continuous -'are we there yet', I suppose I just might be overstating it. The one thing I remember most about Sutton Park was the almost colourless coarse grass.---oh--- and the difficulty in finding a patch that DID'NT have Rabbit sh--er--droppings on it.-----golightly.