Royal Naval Hospital

This past weekend it was one end of the river Thames, this is the Greenwich end. The famous Royal Naval Hospital, now Greenwich University. It was a grey day, quite apt for  the texture of the buildings. Another entry towards the mapping of the river Thames.

The Thames by Richmond

As an ongoing project to ‘map’ the river Thames,  an early evening crossing the bridge towards Richmond. The idea is to document as much as possible the life of the river Thames

A squirrel preparing for Winter

One of those moments that could have passed unnoticed, walking down the path I happen to turn to my left and I saw a brief glance of  Winter in that old oak tree that had shed its leaves, the squirrel and the church spire in the distance.

Working Greenwich

As part of an ongoing project of ‘mapping the river Thames’ one can find common places, such as this conveyor belt that delivers sand into the hull of ships and barges. The Thames is still a working river.

The Royal Iris

The MV Royal Iris was a twin screw, diesel-electric, former Mersey Ferry. The vessel was built by William Denny & Brothers  and launched in December 1950. It is now in its final resting place, possibly its last. I am certain there are many stories to be told by and about this rusting old ferry.

A travelling gentleman

I have been watching  an interesting character here in central London, Piccadilly, for weeks but never had a chance to talk to him. I asked him if I could take his picture. He was quite agreeable. One of the many interesting people in London.

In Soho’s back streets

  Walking back  to Charring Cross station  from my present job via the narrow back streets of Soho in London this past Wednesday evening I came across a beautiful Roller. Where else would you find such a perfect setting for a car-shoot for free? This Rolls Royce belongs to a famous writer, as explained to me by the driver/bodyguard who was not willing to…

An unusual London pub

If you wish to travel back in time the Old Mill in South East London is the place. A pub where the landlord will invite you  to taste the garden nettles and converse with you about anything with erudite  knowledge.