Day ten – Richmond and mormons

A slow start and then a short hop on the District Line to Richmond. This was home for me once upon a time (technically Isleworth and Twickenham, but Richmond was where I liked to hang out). It feels smaller than I remember, yet busier. Some corners have been polished, others a bit frayed. Still, it remains a perfect little piece of perfection… green and gentle and on a day like today, just a bit idyllic.

The Thames, which wraps lazily around the town, is still banked by lush, ancient trees and dotted with colourful boats; kings and queens of England took their last breaths here. Ted Lasso’s presence is clear (but not over done, not really). The White Swan still looks as lovely as ever … home to many a Sunday roast. The Green is still ringed by trees and Georgian terraces, and of course, there’s the palace. We strolled, I reminisced.

After a picnic lunch on the Green we trained into Waterloo and wandered the South Bank for a while… mostly nostalgia again. Then back to our West Kensington base camp for coffee and to rest our weary legs (oh reader… the post I could write about my poor legs, but I’ll spare you).

Tonight we’re off to Leicester Square for The Book of Mormon. Finally. We had tickets in Auckland five years ago, but Covid intervened.

Update: The Book of Mormon was worth waiting for. Would recommend. Also, so nice to see a show in the West End again. Also, I forgot how many people you can cram onto the tube at 7:00 on a Friday night.