Tigger had suggested I meet her after work and I was happy to do so. It would make up for the annoyances suffered earlier in the day (see previous post).
Here is my bus
Timing is everything and I left in good time to make up for any unexpected delays along the way.
Aboard the 153
I caught the trusty 153 in St John Street. This took me to All Hallows Church in London Wall where,…
Aboard the 100
…within one minute, I caught a number 100. The tide is running in my favour today and I will be early at the rendezvous!
The temperature has hit 28°C but it is now 5 pm , which is the hottest moment of the day, and it will begin to cool now, even if only slightly.
St Katharine Docks
Leaving the bus, I walked down to the dock as I usually do. If I was hoping to see waterfowl, I was again disappointed.
It was very warm still so I entered Tigger’s office block where it is cooler. I have photographed the atrium before but, rising so high, it always impresses me.
When Tigger joined me, she came bearing ice cream. So we sat in the atrium and consumed it.
Old Spirit Quay
When we went out for the bus, we saw there was a while to wait so we walked down to the bus stop before our usual one. I had time to take some photos of what I think are fragments of an old system of docks. The one above is called Spirit Quay.
This stretch of water is called Hermitage Basin. What goods were loaded or unloaded here in the days, now long gone, when the docks were vigorously in action? In the photo you can perhaps make out what looks like a collection of junk in the middle of the water. It’s not junk: it’s a…
A coots’ nest
…coots’ nest! An adult pair has painstakingly collected items from here and there to make a water-level home where they can rear their young. You can see that one is sitting on the nest while the other keeps a watchful eye on the environment. I like coots: they are very active and keep busy. For their size they can be very aggressive towards other birds (coots or other species) they think are invading their territory.
Artwork – no details
Beside the basin is this artwork. It looks like a loop of cable of the sort for typing up big ships. I could find no information about it, though.
Aboard the 153
A 100 came and carried us to Liverpool Street Station where we changed to a 153. The bus was at the stop while we were still some way away. We waved and hurried and caught the bus. London bus drivers will often wait for you like this – it is one of their more endearing qualities.
Back at the Angel
And here we are, back on our familiar turf at the Angel, a place I have grown fond of and am happy to call home.