Sightseeing in London

Nostalgic outing in Richmond

On my endless quest for a job, I managed to lock down an interview on a grey and frosty morning. This beautiful location just happened to be in Richmond, Surrey. I had not ventured to this quintessentially “tourist” town yet. Hence, I promised myself that after the business was done, I would wonder around and get to know Richmond more intimately.

In true “Courtneigh” fashion, I was incredibly early for my interview! Consequently, I decided to take a slow walk through the town towards my destination. As I arrived, I was happy to see that the buildings were overlooking the banks of the river. Everything was beautifully green. There were white and grey pigeons everywhere, begging for the crumbs of the lunch goers sandwiches. Perfectly pretty baskets of petunias in all shades of pinks and purples hung from the lampposts lining the banks of the river. Such a welcome splash of colour on such a grey day.11924554_10153623736600337_8868424125163867704_n

There was an old vintage van selling ice cream to perfectly happy children who chose to spend their holiday riding their bicycles along the river. A superbly talented violinist stood to one side, making his living by entertaining the flocks of people sitting on the benches on the hillock. I stopped and sat on a bench to take this all in. I marvelled at the sweet melancholy of the violin playing, this touched me more than anything has since I arrived here. This simple street artist caught my attention and stilled my heart for the time I had left to pass by before my interview.

I made my way to the Pitcher and Piano, just a little way from the bench I had been sitting on. This beautiful eatery did wonders for my con11902542_10153624110400337_5012637030994853432_nfidence and the coffee definitely helped too! The atmosphere in the fully glassed conservatory was bright very relaxed. Rather like drinking tea in your own garden. With deep greens, blues and purples, this quaint little eatery oozed sophistication.

Once the interview was done, I walked back to the station along the river. I bought a soft serve cone and made my way down the banks. All the while dodging kids on scooters and bicycles as I went. I walked through an old park for a bit, overgrown with dark and vibrant green foliage. I walked past so many houses, all with little front gardens that were packed to the brim with roses. From pinks to reds, to the whitest of whites. The rose gardens reminded me of my childhood, tending to the weeds with my Gran in her rose garden. She used to name the pink ones “Courtneigh”. The others had

I walked past so many houses, all with little front gardens that were packed to the brim with roses. From pinks to reds, to the whitest of whites. The rose gardens reminded me of my childhood, tending to the weeds with my Gran in her rose garden. She used to name the pink ones “Courtneigh”. The others were named after my sisters and cousins too. Maybe she thought we would respect them more if they were our namesakes. However, we learnt to respect them nonetheless.

Richmond has become one of my favourite places. Every corner has a story and every flower has a memory. A simple walk through the town put me at peace for the rest of my day in busy London. Due to it being a quintessential quaint setting, it is the best choice for an all out relaxed day.