Two-week maintenance project underway at Guernsey park
Further maintenance work has started at Saumarez Park in Guernsey, the States of Guernsey has said.The two-week-long project started on Thursday and will see contractors remove dried out silt from the sides of the pond next to the playground. A States spokesperson said this would ensure effective drainage of both the park and wider catchment area would continue.The park will remain open but the rear car park off Ruette des Saumarez and working areas around the pond will be closed to the public.
On 26 and 27 June, work will take place to prepare the grounds for a replacement net on the pirate ship at the playground. Saumarez Park playground will be closed during these days.
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