These days I spend quite a lot of time in this area, usually walking between Vauxhall or Waterloo and the Tate Modern. I took these shots on Thursday. The Thames at low tide in this area always reminds me of a book I read a few years ago called “The Chimes” by Anna Smaill, which centres on a group of people making a living scavenging for precious metals in the muddy, rocky beds of the Thames. In a dystopian future of course! I think the people in the first and last photos were cleaning up the place, ridding it of plastics, etc.
Love that little stretch of ‘beach’ when it appears.
In the bit between Gabriel’s Wharf and the Oxo Tower, there’s a hilarious late middle-aged geezer who busks rather brilliantly on his electric piano, cranking out seventies classics and hoping to get gently showered in coins. Sometimes he does, and he deserves all he picks up. He always makes me smile.
The walk between Waterloo and Tate Modern is becoming a regular for me in retirement!