When I moved into my new place here in Eltham almost three years ago, there were two modestly sized parks either side of quite a main road a stones throw from my flat. They were not very big, but they both had quite well-equipped playgrounds which looked rather enjoyable. Over the last couple of years though, I have watched as they have been boarded up and built upon, area by area. First it was the little park closest to my place. Then, a few months ago, half the park on the other side of the road was boarded off.  I was hoping that they would stop there and leave the little area of playground that there was left. Yet a couple of days ago I noticed that area had been fenced off too; and today, rolling out for my usual trundle, I noticed large piles of soil where a few days ago the playground had been. That struck me as rather sad, because it was quite a cool little place complete with its own zip line. It looks like nowhere stands in the way of London’s endless need to build more housing, and it seems like pretty soon, every area of green in this city, however small or pretty or enjoyable, will sooner or later be sacrificed for concrete and brick.