Tuesday, April 8

I have found a Wetherspoons in Wimbledon. Initially I thought I had found two but it turned out that one pub has a long thin bent shape, like two sides of a square, which gives it two entrances in two entirely different streets. I also discovered that they serve excellent value all–day breakfasts, which come with non–alcoholic drinks, or optional beer after 10:00.

Mine came with a pot of tea, which I followed after a suitable pause, with a second pot.

While eating my vegan sausages I decided that I should have bought one of the books I saw yesterday in Oxfam. After finishing my tea at a leisurely pace I walk up the hill to get it. Needless to say someone else has beaten me to it. I will now probably never own a vopy of Encounter Groups by Carl Rodgers.

To make up for this I photograph the nineteenth century drinking fountain (that still works) at the edge of the village. According to the plinth, “This fountain commemorates Joseph Toynbee, ear surgeon to Queen Victoria and campaigner for the people of Wimbledon”.