Black Hill

We love to complain, but honestly we get up for the small things here — namely that chorus of runners and prams at dawn. Back in the day, Netmums told us Black Hill parkrun was the local raison d'être: a free, timed 5k every Saturday at 9am, and those junior parkruns — 2k for the 4 to 14 crowd on Sundays — kept the tiny humans busy enough for a round of "we survived breakfast".

Our weekend ritual? Stand on the kerb with a thermos, squint at the skyline, and pretend we meant to run while secretly timing everyone else. There’s no high-stakes nightlife to miss, no artisanal anything to argue over — which is the point.

Who would hate living here? People who require cocktails at midnight, curated interiors and a permanent queue for brunch. Who would love it? Families who measure weekends by junior PBs and dogs who believe every path is theirs.

We’ll keep cheering from the sidelines. If Black Hill’s claim to fame was ever a parkrun, that’s a perfectly decent claim.