Absolutely my idea of a good night out.There's also the chance that you will get trapped in the amber of time, congealed in a megalithic landscape. It happened once before but the victim was freed by a celestial object which tore the sky apart in a storm of viridescent light.
There are now photos to go with this.me and the boy craner ( http://cittaviolenta.blogspot.com ) inaugerated the 2005 walking season by going
scaling the beckton alp and admiring the view. this was pretty exhilerating. better in fact than the view from stratford's multi-storey carpark. a black patch with charred wood and ashes showed someone had had a fire on the summit. that seemed like a good thing to do. i hope they did it at night. driving past and seeing the alp aflame in the middle of the night would be an eerie sight.
i might lead an expedition up beckton alp later in the year.
found our way to the lighthouse on the thames
it was open
the sun was setting
the sunset was reflected on the water and the windows of the office blocks.
three herons were fishing on the mudbanks.
that was good.
went to canary wharf. drank coffee. read paper. came home.
(the picture at the top of citta violenta is the view from the lighthouse)
And this one.Just got back from Southend with Vandross. Feel healthy. Have a sea-glow.
Southend pier is amazing...it goes on for miles!
We took a rickety old train to the end of it. We caught the last one which had old hits from the '40s blasting out of a cheap tannoy system. The sun was setting as we hurtled out into the channel.
We saw a bunch of brent geese mucking about in seaweed at the end of a boat ramp. We had turnstones whizzing about our heads in the breeze. Some very smart, if dour, winter plumage on display. We saw some small, white, fat birds racing along the shoreline, little legs going like crazy across shingle and foam. (They were sanderlings. I had to consult a field guide when I got home on that one. Also, I mistook barnacle for brent geese at the time. So sue me.)
At the end of the pier we watched three turnstones attack a large fish head and spine: the fish head had big, gawping empty eye-sockets.
Late afternoon had us walking into our shadows. A big cargo ship lumbered along the horizon.
In the shallows of the shore there are poles stuck at intervals in the sand. They wear green pointy caps. What are they for?
It was a bit like the Venice lido, in conclusion.
...with a grand old hotel crumbling into the wind. It has a most ornate turret tacked onto the end.