So now I was faced with a long day ahead of me and the strong urge to just sleep for a few hours. To fight this urge I decided to walk to Staines. I had not been there before but had always gone past in the train. Being a new resident of this area I decided (actually my jetlag decided) that now was the time. In my mind Staines lies somewhere in a hierarchy between Hounslow and Richmond, looking strictly at the high streets.
The 'high street' in and of itself is a very British thing, although North Americans have the same thing. It's usually called 'Market' or 'Main' street or something like that. It's nice to have a place to walk around where there are no cars.
I called my little excursion a 'psychogeography' though it was more 'psycho' and less 'geography.' It did kill 4 hours and I tried to make a mental survey of the landscape as much as possible on a low battery. I hit the back way home past the turn off to Virginia Water, got home and immediately jumped on my bicycle to keep the momentum going. That was when I discovered the 'back way' to RHUL campus, by which you can get here entirely through farmers fields and forests.