The Bus to Oxford takes you past Hyde Park, which at the end of a beautiful sunny September day looks beautiful. I have walked the length and breadth of this wonderful park since I could in fact, walk. My father worked at the back of the Science museum, and as a very small child, I remember walking across the park with my mother toward Harrods and then onto the museum to meet my father. It never feels busy and goes on forever, straddling two London Boroughs.
I love the view from the top of the bus, people watching and gazing into the Holland Park palaces, before hitting the car park that is the A4 out of London.