Another watery shot, remarkable at least for your reporter being around at this time of day. This is the Thames, taken from the corner of Oil Mill Lane and Lord Napier Place in Hammersmith. It's just before seven, and before the clocks went forward. It's still London Winter Time. I love the sense of anticipation; soon those benches will fill up with resting joggers, that bin will fill up with discarded sweetie wrappers and the yacht club look-out will fill up with earnest and super-fit sailing types, barking instructions at their charges out on the river. I make no apologies for the rough and ready nature of the shot: it's Mr Nokia's camera and he does what he can.
Thursday, 21 August 2008
Wakey, wakey, Father Thames.
Another watery shot, remarkable at least for your reporter being around at this time of day. This is the Thames, taken from the corner of Oil Mill Lane and Lord Napier Place in Hammersmith. It's just before seven, and before the clocks went forward. It's still London Winter Time. I love the sense of anticipation; soon those benches will fill up with resting joggers, that bin will fill up with discarded sweetie wrappers and the yacht club look-out will fill up with earnest and super-fit sailing types, barking instructions at their charges out on the river. I make no apologies for the rough and ready nature of the shot: it's Mr Nokia's camera and he does what he can.
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I think it's at times like this that past times seep forward to our own. I can see three men in striped blazers (to say nothing of the dog) rocking gently in a skiff in the early morning light.
I can see five hoodies freebasing and then giving Fred a good old-fashioned west London kicking.
There's always one, isn't there?
Yes, there's always one, and it's nearly always you Ron.
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