there's nothing quite like going out for a ride with the one you love. A slow, sunny drift through some of the dullsome parts of southwest London to get to Kingston, then over Kingston Bridge and Hampton Bridge for a cuppa. North of the bridge again, and, keeping the river on our left, we went through Lower Sunbury, and on to Chertsey, taking the delightful diversion down Ferry Lane.
We would have passed half a dozen eyots, each reached by little bridges (Bonj would have been beside himself) and lots and lots of boats moored or pottering up and down. The meadows beside the river rang with birdsong. Sunlight bounced off the water. Groups of ramblers, mostly elderly, tramped up the riverside path.
Chiswick station just in time for the 11.07 back to Clapham Junction. Contentment was ours.