Today surely heralded the start of spring….a sky that started out grey and dull and as the morning progressed turned into a blue skies and balmy breezes kind of day, the sun beating down, sparkling on the river like shards of diamonds.
The day started real early, my daughter had a course in town to attend so we rose early (but not too bright) and had tea together before she set off. I hopped online (what else) and before I knew it, twas time to go. I had a meeting/catchup with a friend I met through twitter. It was months since we last met up…way too long. The day was developing into one of those amazing spring days, days that you can only appreciate after a long, dark and cold winter. The air was filled with the thrilling, trilling of birds tweeting! A wonderful sound, albeit the sound of defending territory.
I headed towards Twickenham. Along the way my eye was captured by the daffodil faces dancing in the breeze in Oak Lane Cemetery.
My immediate destination was Sweetie Pies Boutique Bakery in Church Street – a favourite venue, a frequent place of merriment and munchies…..english tea and the best scones and cupcakes in town.
Today was no exception! The meeting was fun, filled with chatter, plans and ideas – the time flew by way too fast. All too soon our time was up, goodbyes were said with a promise to meet again soon. Church Street looked gay and cheerful, lined with Welsh and English flags, bustling with shoppers, the pubs packed with revellers preparing for the days rugby game soon to start. I strolled down to the embankment, the smell of barbecued meat hanging heavy in the air.
By now the line of the sky was hard to distinguish from the water, blue blue blue. The sun sparkled diamond bright on the waves, ducks and geese squabbled noisily on the banks. The alabaster white of the York House statues glowed eerily in the shade of the trees. White blossoms on the trees by the bridge a splash of joy after recent cold, dark days. On the lawns of York House a little boy played, screaming with delight as he kicked the ball. From there I headed off to Orleans House Gallery; currently being refurbished. The whole of Twickenham was out for a stroll, dogs bounding along, children running and shrieking, filling the air with joy.
On an impulse I decided to cross the river with the ferry! For just a £1, you can cross from one side to the other. Once there, I strolled along to Ham House, revelling in the warmth of the sun, stopping to chat to a horse along the way, and whilst giving him a scratch behind the ear….he bit my hip!! cheeky chap.
From there I made off along the Thames Path towards Richmond, dodging cyclists and walkers I stopped frequently to take photos, unable to resist despite the fact that I have dozens already.
Boats chugged busily along the waterway. Richmond Bridge looked magnificent, perfectly reflected in the water below as buses and cars crossed back and forth; stop-start in the queue. The embankment was busy with strollers, cyclists, joggers and all the people that hibernate in the winter; today out on the lawns basking in the sun. The tide was down and not expected for a while, so the rugby folks gathered in noisy groups outside the pubs, still a few hours to revel and quaff their beer. A queue of customers lined up in front of an ice-cream van parked on the side, an easy decision in the heat of the day.
The stream that runs alongside the old deer park was rushing back into the river as I walked by, gurgling noisily down the drain as the tide receded, a train rattled loudly across the old Victorian bridge on it’s way to St Margaret’s Station, planes flew overhead on their way to Heathrow and I made my way towards Richmond Lock, looking splendid as always.
Richmond Lock is surely one of the best views in London, and something I get to see every morning on my way to the station. If it was not for the fact that I had loads to do at home……I would have kept walking all the way to the sea!
I made a video of my photos that you may enjoy!