Unexpected space

Down a little lane, a short distance from the busy A470 there's a little triangle of green space. Whenever I get off the bus and walk down this way, it's always unexpected. It's a little leftover bit of green that was never built on.

When I was younger we knew the kids up this way as 'the brookies'. I never knew why at the time - but today I found that there is a little brook that runs down one side of the triangle. The space is enclosed by the backs of three sets of houses and must be a safe place to play. I don't know if the children are still called 'brookies'!

Whenever I come this way and emerge from the mossy lane, instead of going down the road, it always feels strange, as if it shouldn't have been there. It's an unexpected space.