Yesterday, a return to sketching Keirle Park after two washed out Wednesdays, the park was bubbling with folks, a girl doing handstands, pairs of mothers watching, ham-string stretchers prone on grass, ball throwers, droppers and catchers, and a wide acreage of green. Behind this the carpark was a different matter, a snarly knot of double-parkers, pushy types and the impatient who seem to have forgotten that giving way to those on the way out makes sense.