We were married in that church. Our son was baptised there.
My wife used to wheel him around Mount Argus Park in his buggy, circling the little pond at the quiet hours in the afternoon while I was at work. She especially loved to go there during what we call “duckling season”, when all of the ducklings would hatch and trail around after their mother.
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