Thursday 11 August 2011

Down by the river

A sunny summer evening rendezvous in a pub by the River Thames starts promisingly enough when you arrive at the unexpectedly elegant station at Ravenscourt Park:


Alas, idiot planners decided it was a Good Idea to run a six-lane expressway parallel to the river, cutting this community in half and joining the two only by a squalid subway:


But once you reach the riverfront, all is olde worlde elegance and charm:


That was Kelmscott House, the London residence of arts and crafts luvvy William Morris, fronting onto the estuary:


The dominant architectural feature in these here parts is, of course, Hammersmith Bridge:


A deceptively large bridge, the elegance of its suspension system seems to make it hunker down into the landscape:


The plane in this next one is a fluke, but is a reminder that we're under the flight path to Heathrow:


It's easy to forget such intrusions when roads are lined with such bucolic scenes as these:


And there are even occasional reminders that the Thames used to be a hard-core, industrial river:


I mean the tiny island behind the boat, of course ("Chiswick Eyot"), which was a site of Neolithic settlement roughly 4,000 years ago. They may well have been the first Londoners.

1 comment:

David Chappell said...

Ah, that brings back some happy (and drunken) memories. Back in the Dark Ages, my digs were in Stamford Brook and my local was the Black Lion down by the river. A lovely old fashioned pub that still had little revolving windows above the bar in the saloon - designed to stop the hoi polloi in the public bar seeing their betters at play. Out back was a nine-pin skittle alley, played with wooden cheeses, not balls. The late, great A P Herbert lived along the road (as did the Redgraves) and was a regular. It was my privilege to get to know him. Ah, happy days...