A walk to Canary Wharf

Our final mooring in London was alongside Victoria Park in Tower Hamlets on the Hertford Union Canal. It’s a lovely spot but apparently, on occasion, local youths will scope the boats and break into the ones that they can see will be empty during the day. No problems like that for us and we stayed there for a couple of days unmolested.

VictoriaParkMooringIt’s only a mile and a half walk from here down to Limehouse Basin so we decided to wander down and take a peek. On the way we passed this ‘sculpture’ – like an upside down sink plunger. I have no idea what this is about!

KnobWe’ll be going into Limehouse Basin when we come back down the Lee Navigation so it was interesting to see what awaits us.

Limehouse20140723_161946The dock was pretty full with all shapes and sizes of boats but what we assumed to be the visitor moorings at the back were all but empty. While the basin itself is a littley weedy, the exit from the basin onto the River Lea is totally clogged.


A stroll along the river took us towards Canary Wharf. Near Limehouse you can still see brief glimpses of the docks as they used to be.



LondonSkyLine1When I looked carefully at the view above I spotted something distinctly out of place…

AntonyGormleyTheGrapes…an Antony Gormley statue on a post. A quick visit to Google told me that it was placed there by Sir Ian McKellan who owns the 16th Century pub The Grapes. It’s placed to be seen to best advantage from the back of the pub. At high tide it must be all but submerged. I think a visit to The Grapes when we return to Limehouse on the boat is a must.

The nearer you get to Canary Wharf the less there is to see of the original dockland landscape. The West India Dock buildings are now pubs and restaurants and are dwarfed by sky scrapers.



My reward for all that walking in the heat was an ice cold cider in one of the dockside hostelries. Just the one mind due to the £6 a bottle price tag!


We spent an entertaining hour nursing our one expensive drink and watching the commuters trudge across the bridge to the tube station on their way home.








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