I am conscious I have been neglecting our car parking heritage lately. I note there was not a single mention of car parking heritage at the Museums Association Conference. However, yesterday I was privileged to place my modest limousine in a car parking slot that is proof of Oliver Cromwell's assertion that 'God is an Englishman'.
Suitably organic, lacking the geometric precision of other European spaces, and placed in a suitably bucolic setting. Just drink in its beauty, feel the sun on your face and bask in the distant memory of summer and thank heavens you are part of 'this happy breed of men [in] this little world'.
And did those cars in ancient time
Drive upon England's roadways green?
And was the holy park for cars
On England's pleasant pastures seen?
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