Guest Posted January 13, 2017 Share Posted January 13, 2017 St. James Park The Park was once a marshy water meadow, but now is a thriving attraction with all of London's elite. Charles' grandfather, James I, improved the drainage and controlled the water supply. Other royalty had made improvement to the park over their reigns, but it was Charles II who made dramatic changes. The Park was redesigned, with avenues of trees planted and lawns laid. The King opened the park to the public and is a frequent visitor, feeding the ducks and mingling with his subjects. In summer, it was fashionable to drink warm milk, freshly drawn from herds of cows placidly grazing in the London parks, at a kind of milk bar provided for the purpose. The milk sellers would advertise their wares by calling: "A can of milk, ladies, a can of red cow's milk, sir!" John stood between two hills, the valley (actually just where two relatively smooth hills met) between them his battlefield. Set astride a mighty sled (might more in his imagination than fact), he had an old style wooden lance in hand. He was ready for the ice tilt, a mock joust where both sides charged each other on sled trying to knock each other off. Unfortunately, there were limits to what his servants would do. And the older man stood there, arms crossed. “What? It’s safe.” John insisted. The lance was long but dull and padded at the end. While it might knock a man off, there was no danger of piercing. “It’s safe.” The servant confirmed. He was, regardless, standing by in case it wasn’t. But he felt no desire to engage John in this childish delight. His arms remained crossed, his head shaking. He refused to mount the second sled on the other hill. “Oh, come.” John said, obviously frustrated at the lack of partners for his games. He stood on the hilltop, lance in the air, sour faced. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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