Yesterday a social engagement took me to St Katherine Dock, a part of London I do not know. Whenever I am near to the River Thames, I always think how little used it is nowadays.
I am reading a book set in’the times of the Great Fire (1666) catastrophe at the time but which lead to the rebuilding of St. Paul’s by Christopher Wren.
The Bankside was a quarter of thieves and brothels spreading over to Whitefriars south of Fleet Street.
The black ribbon that was the Thames at night was a pathfinder for the Luftwaffe so the quarter has had a lively past.
Now St Katherine’s Dock is a tourist venue close to the Tower and full of restaurants. There are a few yachts berthed there too and the place like most marinas has a relaxed feel and bit of an oasis from the frantic bustle of the City.
My hotel the Tower is well-placed but the room is minuscule.
If this is deluxe charged at £275 per night I can’t imagine what’s standard is … a broom cupboard?
It was one of those happy to be alive settings getting me in the mood for a more national celebration tonight.