Wow what a walk. I am exhausted. I walked from Kingston to Heathrow on the London Loop with guidebook in hand. I didn't know I was walking to Heathrow but, after Hounslow Heath and following the river Crane for many a mile, I came up to a road to be greeted by lines and lines of British Airways striking planes; I mean their staff are on strike rather than some sort of air attack over Middlesex. Actually, the planes fly so low over your head you find you duck spontaneously.
My walk started at Bushey Park which is quite lovely. The deer are very tame and eat from your hand. They live off an exclusive diet of sandwiches and crisps. There were little skylarks nesting on the ground and a family of swans with 6 cygnets, a treehopper and moorhens and coots and many a beautiful flower and plant and tree as the rhodedendrons are doing their thing.
This walk was very very long and I was pretty near to expiration by the end. I started to get a slight headache so drank gallons of water then needed a pee, as one does. Of course a jogger appeared just as I was about to take my knickers down - there hadn't been a soul around for miles and miles and wasn't afterwards either. Perhaps that Shewee thing would be a good idea after all.
I came back by tube from Hatton Cross. On the train was a visiting Russian couple with two dreadfully loud irritating little boys who couldn't sit still for a second. There was a nasty moment when one of them produced a toy gun ... how the heck did they get that through airport security? I can only assume theirs is someone laxer than ours. I can't wait for them to go home with that in their hand luggage!
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