So why write about a car park? Because it’s alive. It holds memories.
First dates. Big matches. Birthday dinners. This box of concrete has witnessed thousands of human moments.
It’s not just a place to leave your car. It’s a stage. And you’re the star, even if you’re just parallel parking.
Next time you drive in, look around. Notice the colours. Listen to the echoes. Smell the air.
You’re not in a boring NCP. You’re in Westgate Street’s best-kept weirdo. And it loves you back.
