On the seventh day of Christmas
my true love sent to me seven swans a-swimming.
Mute swans (Cygnus olor) come to the park to graze, not to swim or raise chicks. They break their long journey to some faraway lake or river, to rest and eat in the park’s green fields. We are a swan service station.
Or even an oasis!
We do like to think of ourselves as an oasis; well spotted.