It's taken 23 years but I've fallen in love with the DLR. I've used it twice in recent months and it has beguiled me with its charms. It makes me feel like like the early train passengers riding an iron horse.
|Entrance to Greenwich Foot Tunnel|
The memorial at Dudgeon's Wharf is a reminder of life in Docklands before the biggest threat to the area was trouble in the money markets or a rise in the price of Bolly. In July 1965 six people, including five firefighters, were killed in an explosion at a chemical storage facility here.
I always feel like an intruder in Docklands, unwelcome and illicit. I'm long-haired, bearded, wearing shorts and sandals topped off with a baseball cap - that probably breaks at least two recently imposed local by-laws.
|Lady Daphne and the Greenwich Uplands|
|signwriting worthy of Bob and Roberta Smith|
The opposite shore in Greenwich still seems to be clinging onto some vestige of its industrial functions. But the glass and steel towers are on their way to keep the Millennium Dome company.
I wound up at East India Dock, unable to finish my walk with the statutory pint. So it was back on the DLR and into the Leyton Technical pop-up pub in old Leyton Town Hall for a fantastic pint of Windsor and Eton Ale - this could well be the best thing to come out of the Olympics.