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.
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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...
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