Today was the first of the season in which I leave in the dark and return in the dark. The way back was darker than the way out, and my route a bit less well lit and along the east side of Victoria Park. Up ahead, several bulky young men seemed to be engaged in shuffling along either edge of the sidewalk, and I couldn’t quite make out the pattern. A bit closer, and I thought it was an odd spot to be putting. Closer yet, and I could see, not golf clubs and ball, but croquet mallets and croquet ball! And wickets along either edge of the sidewalk, after the non-croquettish descent from the hillock where the fountain spits.
In short it seems to be meeting of croquet with parkour.
