ISLE OF DOGS?

The train I take from my brothers village (I guess that's what you would call it) on the out skirts of London (zone 6), into London's center (zone 1) has beautiful vistas of green fields that slowly disappear to be replaced by an ever growing metropolis with striking new architecture. But as you already know, that isn't what caught my eye. I noticed the scrap metal yard and the walls of recycling bins that lined the commute. I decided to get off at what I thought would be the nearest station to this treasure. I was obviously wrong there was one closer, but the walk was interesting none the less. I arrive at my desired destination and there was a HUGH scrap metal yard. But the guys who worked there said I couldn't photograph anywhere near it. Which actually turned out to my benefit. The streets themselves were covered with random items that people had either carelessly disgarded or left out of lack of a better use. The streets were dirty with rubbish from homes and industry. I felt as if I could have been standing there 50 years previous, with the sun beating down adding to the grit and the dirt. I looked forward to the shower I would have upon my return to the clean green fields.


Before that was possible, I walked to the closer of the two stations and took the slick Jubliee line to Victoria. There I changed to an older model commuter train to take me just South West of the river. As the train crossed the bridge, what Londoners consider as THE icon of the city, came closer. Of course I'm referring to Battersea Power Station. The now decommissioned power station still holds it's own, standing tall against it's meger surroundings. As I left the train station I intitially walked the wrong way and along the far side of the site, but as luck would have it I found this cosy little love seat someone had kindly left for me. The image of the presently best concert venue in London, the power station, is taken from the North bank of the river, as I walked back into the west end.