So me and Klara (both slowly embarking on a healthier lifestyle journey thinking 'if we do not learn to love eating clean and excercise before the age of 30, it sure as hell is not happening after that') discussed the cuteness of the otters one evening, and the following day we jumped on the bikes

(neither of which was ours),

packed the only helmet within the reach into the rucksack

(where it stayed for the entire length of the trip)

and cycled down to London Wetland Centre in Richmond to observe some otters playing, prancing around and being cute.

So equiped with just a google maps navigation ---

(with a robotic and probably slightly sloshed
lady screaming "Drive to North West and after 500 feet turn left!" which I screamed back at Klara and neither of us had a foggiest where the northwest was)

--- and unstretched and atrophic musculature,
20miles and couple hours later we somehow made it!

Don't get me wrong, birdwatching and flocks of ducks ( even though being from all around the planet )are still not cool.

We have met a few eager birdwatchers who could have been creepy serial killers, seen lots of dead squirrels on the road and destroyed our pelvic bones. But at the same time, we experience such a lovely indian summer in London this year and we have finally kicked (ourselves in the butts) it off.