In the “old days”, that is before Covid, I regularly travelled to St Katharine Docks to meet Tigger from work. What with furloughs, lockdowns and limits on visiting, I lost the habit. Today, I decided to meet Tigger from her office, though whether this will again become a regular occurrence, I don’t yet know.

On arrival, but before entering Tigger’s office block, I took a look at the dock. The three photos below form a triptych of the East Dock.

East Dock, St Katharine Docks

The vessels in this basin are moored here long term. Only occasionally does one disappear or a new one take up station. I know many of them by name now and often stroll round the dock renewing my acquaintance, as it were.

Art (allegedly)

All along the dock are apartment blocks forming a gated community (you can’t even pass through the gate without knowing the number to type in). By themselves in their own enclosure are these pieces of twisted metal like something out of a bomb explosion. Presumably, they are intended as a work of art.

A view from the 4th floor
Photo by Tigger

Tigger’s workplace is on the 4th floor and windows are full length, allowing views down into the atrium. Heights make me nervous so I tend to keep a respectful distance from the windows!

Motel One, the Minories

On the way home, we stopped off for refreshments. We chose Motel One in the Minories. Their lounge/cafe used to be a favourite of ours in the “old days” and so we thought it was time to revisit.

Tea

Tigger had coffee but I preferred tea. I’ve made this a moving picture so that you can see it nicely steaming!

Earthing
Jocelyn McGregor

On our way to the bus, we visited this sculpture, part of this year’s Sculpture in the City. It is in two parts and the general theme is mollusc shells with human limbs in place of the expected molluscs, plus a pair of “snake legs”, as a bonus, I suppose. You will find some blah about this work here.

Photo by Tigger

The view in Duke’s Place

We waited for a bus is Duke’s Place and while waiting took some photos. The City is now cluttered with huge buildings that blot out the sky and turn the streets into windy canyons. I find the resulting landscape alien and depressing.

Waiting at the lights

The bus cane and we boarded. It carried us through the busy City streets (in the photo, we are waiting at traffic lights) back to the Angel and home. This trip was “like old times” for me. I should do it more often.