The morning was crisp, bright, and very cold. The DLR to work broke down at Mudchute so I decided to walk, up the Isle of Dogs along past Millwall Docks, where I spotted a coot. A quick glimpse of life in the strange, almost-denatured world of Docklands.
Coot, Isle of Dogs; January 2016
31 Sunday Jan 2016
Posted in Down by the river, London
NeilClasper 
Ah how I love a coot – perhaps of all the things left behind when I left my boat-life, the coot is what I miss the most. Ever optimistic, ever striving, scavenging for the best house-building flotsam, producing one fledge of punk babies and then again, another. Thanks for the reminder