A walk in the park

On Saturday we had grand plans for Sunday. Something about getting up - relatively - early and going out for a walk in Richmond. Ha, we woke at midday. Rapidly, we had to concoct a Plan B. We went to Brixton, only to find that the Satay Bar was closed. We decided that we would continue along, calling this Plan B2. We had a *discussion* about which bus to get; he won, then three stops further along, he realised we were on the bus that went to the West (nearer to home, but not close to any eating places), rather than the far, restaurant-filled, East side of the Park. So we leapt off the bus, and I suggested that we looked to see if the nearby pub, the George Canning, did food. It did but it was fairly awful. I had 'vegetarian roast' which consisted off over-cooked pasta topped with a tomato and cheese sauce, served with over-microwaved, tepid carrots and peas cooked in the sauce from the tin, cold burnt roast pototoes, and cold soggy Yorkshire pudding. Never again. Still, the cauliflower was nice. We strolled a few yards to the North gate of the park, amused that we were forming almost a queue. We spent an hour or so in the park, looking around, getting some good exercise.  We took over forty photos (okay, mainly I did) , of which less than twenty are fit  to be published. I don't think that I was putting sufficient energy into it, knowing that the park will always be there, and I can keep going back to take more photos. It wasa glorious day, beautiful blue sky, and quite a warm sun, although there was also a cold breeze. It is fascinating to watch the Park Life: we saw people pic-nic-ing, playing football (a proper match and lots of kick arounds), volleyball,  netball, cycling on the cycling track, roller skating, skateboarding, rhythmic gymnastics, bongos, people reading, toddlers toddling. And best of all, reflecting on the delight of having such an amazing park almost on my doorstep!