As promised, photos of the return leg of the Great Walk of Richmond.



Looking back over Hammersmith Bridge - I won't be coming this way again




The way ahead.




'It certainly is' (at Barnes Bridge).




Nearly there.




Just a bit further.




Made it!

I remember walking along that route with the baby screaming in the buggy, during one of my postnatal depression night hikes. Richmond was barely half way. Then the trouble of trying to find a taxi in Walton-on-Thames who’d take me the whole way home.

I've been to Walton-on-Thames.

More than once.

By God, it's hard to get a 'like' on this forum.

Did you walk there?

Nightjar wrote:

By God, it's hard to get a 'like' on this forum.

Pics or it didn't happen.

Nightjar wrote:

By God, it's hard to get a 'like' on this forum.

The OG OP didn't seem to have a problem.

I might have pics.

Not too sure though, it was where my last girlfriend's sister, b-in-l and niece and nephew lived and I don't have enormously gr8 memories of those times.

Did you walk there from central London or not?

No.

Train from Victoria.

Obviously.

South, over the river and the SW past that massive jungle of estates in Battersea.

Then onto bleaker, blander Tory-beholden parts...

Well while your having been to Walton is duly respected, this is the all things walking thread, for people who got from A to B by putting one foot in front of the other, rather than getting a train from Victoria.

I've walked in Walton-on-Thames.

All I ever seemed to be doing was snuggle rumpusing walk.

Every time I went we walked 20 minutes from the station (25 back) and then went to that massive cow's sister's house and then walked snuggle rumpusing miles along the snuggle rumpusing Thames, past loads of snuggle rumpusing pubs and all I wanted to do was nip in and have a 'cheeky' pint but all anyone snuggle rumpusing told me was that the children (all geared up in their cheaply made for-hire Harry Potter outfits) would be snuggle rumpusing bored.

And then, when we came back, everyone started snuggle rumpusing moaning about some rich nookie tub who lived over the road (facing the river) who held rowdy parties all the time and I couldn't help thinking 'first world problems'.

And the, later on, when me and Hatred (or whatever her name was I forget), cos we were babysitting, laid back on a squeaky leather sofa and watched Prometheus for the first time - which was both unutterably backside torpedo and what was periodically interrupted by the family's golden retriever Woody trying to hump my leg and slathering all over the shop to the point that we had to lock him in the other room and then had to hear him whining under door the whole time - we...

I've lost the syntactic-semantic thread.

Sorry.

So you didn’t walk there, and you still want a like for it. That is a snuggle rumpusing cheek.