Yesterday I took advantage of the superb weather and went for a wander up on Wimbledon Common. Picked up a bit of a suntan, but didn't manage to run into any wombles. This despite rustling an empty crisp packet as a lure. They can hear potential litter at a hundred metres, scientists say.
Despite the lack of Uncle Bulgaria & co., I did manage to spot a few other beasts, including a squirrel with jolly long nails. Could do with a squirrel nail trimmer service up on the Common, I reckon.