We paused to watch the ducks (drakes, actually, no ducks in sight) and the moorhens (red bits on the beaks, coots have white bits). We had the place to ourselves.
This little secret spot is just yards from my parent's flat. Not only that, but you can get there on reasonably level ground. It's a little circuit; past the garages, along the path between the two ponds, then along past a row of carefully tended gardens which are mostly planted with interesting shrubs.
After that we can either return to the flat, or go through the back streets to the local corner shop first.