Well, I went with two friends, and received a call saying "Brrrrrrr cold!"
More like "Grrrrrrr". Those magic words, "Bus Replacement Service" from C Jn. No map...sp I found my way to Barnes by using the Thames as a sort of navigation aid. Not a navigation, coz that would be a canal. And it was fabby. Sunny, with a late summer mix of birds that my Sapphic friends seemed to delight in, from a singing Cetti's warbler, to a glimpse of a bittern, anna rat. Apart from the bittern, just basic, gorgeous, ordinary waterfowl, and what could be better? The Frankie Howerd ducks were in full "Ah-ooh!" mode, the dabchicks were dabbing, the coots "COOT!" ing....pity about having to ride past Wandsworth.