PERRY Park holds fond childhood memories for me. Raised in Aston, it was our local park for watching or playing cricket on a Sunday afternoon or taking a picnic. Growing older we were allowed to stroll off, which was a thrill. This might sound more like a Jane Austen novel, but it was inner city reality for me. I would have liked to have boasted that I met my Darcy here but I don’t want to push my luck!Read