It's all very well being seasoned international fatcat travelling types, but that doesn't mean there isn't ace stuff on our doorstep. And despite all that first class travel costng less than a pair of eurostar tickets, we were in the mood for something cheap-bordering-on-free to do. All that combined with some decent weather and we thought, fuck it, let's go for a wander along the river.
I also wanted to try out what appears to be the swankiest piece of bloggng software I've yet been made aware of, that will let me do stuff prettier than blogger. So this is the result of giving that a go. Helps that we saw some nice stuff...
We needed ice cream. The sun was out and Gregg's had not supplied us wth anywhere near enough calories. Also fuck needing excuses for ice cream. A couple of doubles with flake consumed as we approached Kingston Bridge; so far, so pedestrian: this was new to neither of us.
Beyond Kingston Bridge is where it's at. I've walked this route a bunch of times but Helen hadn't seen any of it. I tried to steel her with tales of John Lewis and what used to be the Slug & Lettuce, where Loz, Wooj and I once got refused entrance for wearing football colours after a Ks victory, but nothing prepared either of us for the swan family - mum and dad protecting their 5 very very very young cygnets. Awww.
Canbury Gardens brought more young birds, and the first hints of negativity from Helen. Where the fuck has all this nice stuff come from and why didn't she know about it before?
There are masses of boats. Sailing, canoes, motorboats, fake paddlesteamers, kayaks, etc etc.
The crazily posh accomodation across the other side with ther own moorings and yachts and summer houses and etc are earmarked for purchase after tonight's lottery win.
Everything carries on being lovely, apart from the cyclists in our way..
Helen wants a break; I suggest we do that at Teddington Lock
Teddington lock is great. It's a working lock and piece of history all in one. There are plaques telling the story involving the excellently named Doug Tough, and we perch alongside a large gaggle of geese. Most geese today seem to be operating in definite gaggles.
Through the kissing gate, we kissed. A man after us signalled to his partner that perhaps he may be lucky too; she seemed less keen.
Once turning the corner the river gets much busier, boats and foot traffic. There are riverfront cafes teeming with people who visit Richmond because they wish they lived there, unlike me who always hates the fact it's the end of such a great section of river. Can't bloody stand the place.