Worden Park - Features

Features

  • Large playground with rides for children and teenagers
  • Numerous football pitches in a very good condition which are free to use by the public and are also used by Sunday League football teams as well as for football training
  • CafĂ©
  • Miniature trains
  • Large woodland
  • Formal gardens
  • Miniature Golf
  • Arts and Crafts Centre
  • Hedge maze

Worden Park is very popular with dog walkers. Dogs are welcomed throughout the park and there are bins around the park for disposing of dog litter. There is also a dog washing shower situated next to the main parking area. The large expanse of parkland makes it very appealing for dog walkers and the wooded area to the south of the park is a very popular walking spot for walkers and dog walkers alike. The Shaw Brook, a tributary of the River Lostock runs through the wooded area and is a safe place for dogs to swim.

Bonfire night.

Each year on or around the 5th of November, Worden Park plays host to one of the lancashires largest gatherings of Guy Fawkes revellers. A huge bonfire, spectacular firework display and a large fair can be enjoyed by all. The local 'Round Table' group organise the event and proceeds are used for charitable and local good causes.

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