Since I’ve been living in Wimbledon, people in the know have been asking if I’ve spotted any Wombles. For those of you with a deprived childhood, The Wombles was a British programme about a bunch of fabulous furry beasts who lived on Wimbledon common and were basically the first recyclers. They loved “making good news of the things that they find, the things that everyday folk leave behind.”
I *LOVED* the Wombles. Great Uncle Bulgaria and his young charges Orinoco, Tomsk, Bungo, and Wellington and friends Madame Cholet and Tobermory. But it was Orinoco who was my favourite. A bungling sleep loving Womble who liked to eat. What’s not to like.
So imagine my delight when I spotted Orinco in the window, not of a Wimbledon house, but a bungelow in Hampton Wick. Clearly been wombling further afield.