'Spot the Womble' or 'Our day at Wimbledon Common'
A picture journey
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My husband and I moved to England at the end of July, 1998. We will be
in England for one year and this should give us plenty of opportunity for
hunting down Womble books and such at bookstores and car boot sales.
However, the first priority was to see if we could spot any real Wombles
in Wimbledon Common. |
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On the 15th of August we set out on our quest. We arrived in Wimbledon
via the London metro.
The high street in Wimbledon was a busy place. |
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you look are beautifuly painted pub signs. |
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sign at the jewelers was quite beautiful as well.
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It became quieter as we continued up the street.
The war memorial marks the southern most point of the commons. |
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Near the begining of the trail was this helpful map. |
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Not many places for Wombles to hide in this short grass. |
Here's my husband, Dan, posing with our toy hedgehog Fidella. You
may not see her but she's down by his feet. She's eager to emulate
the Wombles.
She has her own little tidy bag and has found a bit of rubbish to pick
up already.
"Uh...Fidella, that cup looks too big for your bag." |
As we continued on, we found what must be a well used Womble trail. |
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"Quick look over there! Is that a Womble behind those trees?" |
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Fidella perched herself on a fern to try to get a better look. |
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There was a hurry and a scurry but this Womble turned out to only be a
naughty squirrel. He was probably distracting us so that Wellington
could slip away. |
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We knew we were on the right track  when
we found the Womble paw print. "What stick? I don't have anything
behind my back." |
We found a bench. Orinoco must have had many a 'forty winks' here but right
now Fidella's doing her Orinoco impression. She does rather like
to sleep and eat a lot. Hmm.... I wonder if they are related somehow? |
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We woke Fidella up and had a nice lunch. |
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After walking a bit more we found the Wombles had been kind enough to leave
some blackberrys for our desert. |
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the Common was in Bloom. |
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last we came upon the Womble burrow but nobody seemed to be at home. |
We climbed
up the Tumulus,
and had a look around.
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| We searched amongst the trees... |
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it be?. |
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Yes
it must be Tomsk out for an afternoon swim. |
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At the
end of the day, our tidy bags were full. I think the Wombles were
proud of us, don't you? |
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