A love letter to One Tree Hill
‘‘Nothing gets my pulse running like your tranquil slopes’’
This is my love letter to One Tree Hill and Cornwall Park, a letter written in absentia - I left you but I know you always take me back.
Nothing gets my pulse running like your tranquil slopes and I miss you terribly.
It was the perfect place to run, and still is if I make the pilgrimage from the other side of town.
The 2.7 km road gently rolling around most of Maungakiekie / One Tree Hill’s base was where as a 30-something ex-smoker I first wheezed, then shuffled and finally strode my first runs.
The place induces a meditative state. Once, twice, three then sometimes four laps around I built up my distance.
But it’s other people’s happiness and remembrance that picked me up.
On most weekends I’d spot at least one wedding party celebrating in the park. My wife and I did the same, getting wedding photographs on daffodillined Twin Oak Drive and still today running it reminds me again and again of that happy day.
Daily I’d cross paths with other park run devotees, a slight nod or finger flick acknowledged each other.
Years later, now and again I manage to return, sadly a few kilograms heavier, yet One Tree Hill and Cornwall Park never fails to renew.