kirtling street, nine elms

the perimeter wall of the power station has a crack which is moving, so a surveyor has left this interesting guage

















this building appears to be unused now, except by these sleeping beauties

















a phenomenal amount of crushed stone, gravel and concrete is processed beside the river at nine elms for distribution across the city

saint george's wharf, vauxhall

those vauxhall bridge sculptures again

boarded up in battersea ... the archaeology of fun

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R795KiMD4zs

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hvnHtO6daQM&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0WW8flwpH-Q&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8WCJZjdP-eQ&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=unF1QIdwdfs&feature=related

eliot country

their's must be one of the dodgiest garden paths south of the river

no one is above the law in modern china

You couldn’t make it up … I just got in late from work and heard the end of the six o clock news on BBC radio 4 … their reporter said the Chinese government have angrily denounced the Dalai Lama’s proposals for finding his successor, … pointing out that “any re-incarnations without government consent were illegal” ...

do not attempt to microwave your mince pie

les demoiselles de rochefort ... full of ideas, full of jokes, full of fun

window shopping at wippells in tufton street, westminster

http://www.exetermemories.co.uk/EM/wippells.html

http://www.wippell.com/products.php?pid=15

should i wait until the january sales ? window shopping at watts in tufton street, westminster

http://www.wattsandco.com/

torch snuffers in cowley street, westminster

liberal democrat HQ in cowley street, westminster

lord north street in westminster

looking across lambeth bridge

a church at godstone

stuff

In Tenebris by Thomas Hardy

Wintertime nighs;

But my bereavement-pain

It cannot bring again:

Twice no one dies.

Flower-petals flee;

But since it once hath been,

No more that severing scene

Can harrow me.

Birds faint in dread:

I shall not lose old strength

In the lone frost's black length:

Strength long since fled!

Leaves freeze to dun;

But friends cannot turn cold

This season as of old

For him with none.

Tempests may scath;

But love cannot make smart

Again this year his heart

Who no heart hath.

Black is night's cope;

But death will not appal

One, who past doubtings all,

Waits in unhope.

an illustration from a favourite author, her birth certificate, & herself with relatives

fire station in lambeth