A return to the Thames Path, South and (gasp) North of the river. This time with a slightly less old Rolleiflex (36 years old).
I was all ready with the I’m a photographer not a terrorist spiel but I’m guessing I shouldn’t have been on the line and so close to the train. Some sort of alarm did start but it may have been coincidental. We left unscathed, unchallenged and unflattened.
Different kind of tracks and not left by the boot.
Since we are so close to the full moon again, the tides are more extreme and revealing the parts of the Thames it is hard to reach normally.
Much to my delight, an ancient and battered chair was pinned down in the mud along with other debris.
The previous day we had walked north through the foot-tunnel and headed east towards Canary Wharf.
Call me transpontinist, but for me one of the only highlights of this section of the path are the views of Greenwich. The path is claustrophobic, hemmed in by the try-hard apartments which are not ageing with any grace and there are any number of gates that have to be walked through reminding us that this part of the Thames Path has been semi-appropriated by private development. It leads to the toytown that is Canary Wharf, somewhere that fails to inspire any affection in me. Worst of all, I have to look hard for photographic opportunities.
They are there if you look closely…
Luckily the sun was out otherwise it would have depressed me too much
by skinnyvoice
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Some outstanding images here – really like the boot on the rails and the two balls… comic, definitely, but a great capture.