Gloomy night looking west over the Creek to the DLR bridge. The flour mill looms in the distance.
The
foot bridge at H'appenny Hatch crosses Deptford Creek between the
railway bridge with its huge gantry once used for shifting loads up and
down from the river and the newer arched concrete spans of the Docklands
light railway that snakes along above the tidal
reach.
Scaffolders, skips
and waste management yards and a builders merchant line the footpath
and area around the bridge. To one side the land under the DLR is as yet
undeveloped but has been cleared. I used to see a family of foxes here
but not for some time now.
Cross the Creek on the little cantilevered bridge to reach the ornate gates of The Creekside Centre a small plot of wildness
where sometimes the odd rare weirdy beardy can be spotted leading discovery walks through the low tide mud.
reach.
Scaffolders, skips
and waste management yards and a builders merchant line the footpath
and area around the bridge. To one side the land under the DLR is as yet
undeveloped but has been cleared. I used to see a family of foxes here
but not for some time now.Cross the Creek on the little cantilevered bridge to reach the ornate gates of The Creekside Centre a small plot of wildness
where sometimes the odd rare weirdy beardy can be spotted leading discovery walks through the low tide mud.
The
last remnants of the riverside industries that shaped the area are fast
disappearing. Many empty factories and old stock yards have been
demolished to make way for new riverside developments and the unique
character of the area is rapidly changing.
Hinterlands where fortunes ebb and flow like the tide.
Artists made use of the cheap rents and empty buildings and now ride the wave of new development creating, if you stand facing Thames wards and catch the light just right, a mini left bank between the new shiny glass edifices and the old brick business estates. These old buildings are all earmarked to go, most have gone. The freedoms of squatting empty factories and yards and of having a space to be and do outside the requirement of consuming - recall the infamous Tyre Factory Roller Disco - have been stamped out from here by the endless facades of novohells and holidaysinn(other peoples misery) that creep up to the very road edge and river side.
Hinterlands where fortunes ebb and flow like the tide.
Artists made use of the cheap rents and empty buildings and now ride the wave of new development creating, if you stand facing Thames wards and catch the light just right, a mini left bank between the new shiny glass edifices and the old brick business estates. These old buildings are all earmarked to go, most have gone. The freedoms of squatting empty factories and yards and of having a space to be and do outside the requirement of consuming - recall the infamous Tyre Factory Roller Disco - have been stamped out from here by the endless facades of novohells and holidaysinn(other peoples misery) that creep up to the very road edge and river side.
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| This window is now gone |
The window in the side of an old wharf building looks out to sky, the wharehouse space that once lay behind long since demolished. Buddlieia takes root and helps to further the job of leveling the old dock yard walls. Window to the sky. This window joins the buildings of the APT artists on the Deptford side of the Creek. On the wall further along faded paint spells out Evelyn Wharf.
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