Welcome the the Pleasure...

...Grounds.

Alloa Pleasure Grounds in fact, a sadly neglected and possibly dangerous-after-dark area of Clackmannanshire.

At one time this probably was a very pleasurable place to wander. Now it's mostly muddy overgrown paths where you dodge broken beer bottles, White Lightning bottles and discarded bags of dog shit. The only pleasure on evidence now revolves around the discarded durex wrappers pointing towards some furtive rubbery knee trembling action in the nearby bushes after a few cheeky cider and blacks.

Lucky buggers.

A slight twist on the ongoing bench series

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Thanks for all the comments, favourites and stuff on yesterday's, and to the new subscribers. All very humbling and appreciated, especially as the image was the second choice up until the last minute (not showing the other one, embarrassed by my lack of judgement that (almost) made me let one slip by). Cheers all!