A Friday morning nose around Woolwich Public Market. It’s a pretty sorry site: mostly abandoned and semi-derelict, a few stalls clinging on by the front entrance, and all ultimately awaiting demolition for the Spray Street redevelopment. There were briefly plans to turn it into a street food market in the interim, but these fell away pretty quickly; a shame, as the space (once cleaned up!) would have been perfect for it, and would have given people a much-needed reason to visit and spend money in Woolwich town centre.
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Angerstein hotel, antigallican, Charlton, East Greenwich, fire station, Frankie & Benny, Fuji X-E1, Fuji XT10, london, mirror shop, photography, photowalk, pickwicks, rose of denmark, SE London, SE7, south east London, Starbucks, woolwich road
I took my cameras for a walk along Woolwich Road between two landmark pubs, starting at the Angerstein Hotel; passing the landmark shops (‘mirror’, and ‘ass’); the unexplained shipping container of Holmwood Villas; East Greenwich fire station; Pickwick’s pub (recently closed); the motorway service station architectural vibes of Frankie & Benny’s and Starbucks; the Rose of Denmark pub; the out-of-town-shopping-centre-but-in-town incongruous mass of M&S and Sainsbury’s; Valley House (awaiting demolition); and finishing up at The Antigallican. The sun was belting hot and not particularly nice for photography, there was too much traffic, and there are far too many signposts and the like cluttering the view along there, but it was an interesting exercise; I might try it again in the winter.
The burst of summer that came with the start of May has turned into something a bit more standard: sunshine, showers, and a stiff, cool breeze.
The last couple of days have taken me along the South Bank, and also into the odd, quiet backwater of Surrey Docks. If there’s a more dispiriting example of dockland ‘regeneration’ than that at Canada Water, I don’t want to go there. Decathlon and BHS arranged alongside, but largely ignoring, the water; their car park dominating the area; a token sculpture representing the area’s past. The coots looked happy enough, swimming in and out of the reed bed, I suppose.