Some more hot, September days, this weekend spent criss crossing Wimbledon Common. The early morning dog walk also took in a fair bit of the common, inadvertantly, when I took a track to avoid a nasty sounding dog altercation and failed even a tenderfoot forest navigation.
I found more Womble summer camps.
Discarded and empty now all good Wombles are back on the job of caring for the Common.
I managed to get some perspective on post industrial heritage.
And found a memorial rose to a long dead tennis player.
All before breakfast.