My other park

I've been ticking a lot of boxes lately, to my surprise.  'Second to last' this, 'Possibly the last time' that.  Man, maybe I have a heart after all.  Or, maybe not.  I'm probably confusing imminent-uproot-anguish with heartedness.  So this is my other park, good for green-green rain-walking through.  It's raining now, as a matter of fact.  Seogwipo, a hard place to leave.  Strewth, chincha.