Showing posts with label docklands. Show all posts
Showing posts with label docklands. Show all posts

Saturday, 7 March 2009

A lovely day in East London




Just what the doctor ordered. After a hellish work week, today was all about relaxation. Work friend Julia, her friend from Sing, and I spent the whole day doing fun things. A guided tour from Canary Wharf to Limehouse. Eating perfect roast duck at Four Seasons in Bayswater, followed by coffee at Monmouth at Borough Market. Great company, great weather, a great day.

Sunday, 28 September 2008

My Sunday morning

Close to my home is this lovely place, overlooking the Thames and with the Gherkin in the background. On its left: dim sum resto. On its right: Italian resto's and the Four Seasons. Not bad!

Saturday, 23 August 2008

Beautiful

Sometimes I just forget how beautiful the Docklands are. On my way to and from the tube station, I like the view of the big tall buildings but that's it really. If i go for a run however, the beauty of my surroundings strikes me every time. Running along the Thames, I see the boats, the odd rower, the old City with its gherkin landmark. Running past Canary Wharf and back towards my place, there are so many ships, so many landmarks that remind of the original docklands, with the grain trade and all. The old big cranes that are no longer in use are a constant reminder of the local history. Might run to Greenwich next time, and explore another bit of this interesting part of London!

Wednesday, 25 June 2008

Getting there



The movers were here yesterday, 3,5 hours, or 36 boxes and a bike later, they left. Task two: clear the living room, for the laminate man to come today. Mission accomplished. A glass of verdelho in my hand, laptop on my...right, lap, and the new floor to admire. Fake oak. Actually really like it. My bathroom is empty but for the stuff I now use, and my bedroom is empty but for the stuff I will bring. Main worries: the living room and spare bedroom. I estimate another 3 trips to the paperbin and 10 to the basement. Yuk. Fed up. Had Enough.

But this wasnt't going to be a whinge-blog (am not in pommyland yet after all!). This was to be a blog about my new home. Temp home. Originally, I thought I'd like to live in London's docklands, assuming they'd be similar to the Ams docklands. Everyone who knows both me and London told me not to. So I won't. But....to see for myself, my serviced apartment for the first two weeks of my stay happens to be in the docklands. On Isle of Dogs to be precise. In the Ontario Tower, to be even preciser. A big fat huge tall residential tower of 32 floors. The wee corner on the 11th is mine for a fortnight. The pics tell me I have a nice view through the floor-to-ceiling walls from my bed. Exiting!!