Nowhere within Blacka could be described as busy and many days you can walk across the whole site seeing nobody. But here at this time of year you're as likely as anywhere to come across somebody pausing to sit on the bench. In fact there's probably someone sitting here already if you've climbed the hill hoping to find it unoccupied. Two benches would be welcome.
It's a good spot to pause and admire the blossoms and bird song. The bench is sound and only spoiled by the fussy scratching of words on the surface, allegedly selected from children's poetry efforts. Like most gimmicks, after a while they just become irritating. It's not taken long for it to be targeted by others wanting to leave their mark for posterity.
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