Run to Richmond

Today, Chris and I ran from Chiswick to Richmond, a suburban town in southwest London.  The run along the River Thames was quite scenic with knarled ancient trees, muddy acres and woodpeckers here and there.

It was quite frankly a historical delight as I reflected on the history surrounding our trail.

The south bank is dingy, some parts industrial, but still quite charming.

And when we got to Richmond, I was in for a total surprise.  The town was quaint and rustic with plenty of greenery, yet full of amenities and tourists.

Richmond Park, is Britian's largest urban walled park and three times as large as Central Park, NYC.

The park actually has a large population of fallow deer.

After the 8-mile run, we stopped at Fuller's Pub to get a Fuller Beer, which is aka the Chiswick's Pride -- a low strength beer with delicious hop character.

What an ideal way to end a long and scenic run.  I've never had beer in the morning, by the way.  But there is a first time for everything.  And in London, anything can happen, frankly.