Last Friday evening I was itching to put together a post for you all on our trip to London again but tiredness overcame me and the photocard was put to the side to rest until Saturday. Then...
MIGRAINE!
I suffer with hemiplegic migraines which are painful, draining and crippling, so here I am three days later and still feeling completely empty. I don't know what triggered this one so I apologise that I haven't kept up to date with blog reading and commenting but my head now feels like I have stuffed toy crammed in and it's just fluff!
Right, enough of the self pity!
So, this trip was a visit to the
London Docklands to take Miss Teen and Miss B ice skating. I didn't take my usual camera with me but instead took little
Pixie. I have to say that I missed my usual
camera and felt as though I had lost my right arm.
I had promised Miss Teen that I would take her ice skating before Christmas but we just didn't get the time. So, I heard about the
ice rink at London Docklands... and they were still open! With this being where I spent a lot of my childhood and only a hop, skip and a quick swim from my favourite Greenwich, it was time to relive some of my happier times. However, long gone are the decaying warehouses and holes in the ground where new buildings were going to be built for the regeneration. In their place, buildings of steel instead of ships of steel.
My childhood was this place. Way back then it was full of abandoned warehouses and wharves along with old housing and the remnants of damaged buildings from the War. Now it is full of high rise modern architecture, people in suits and property that is beyond most people's reach. In my Grandad's words 'do they realise they are living in what was a slum!'. Well, those slums have gone and just one cramped property would buy my lovely house four times over - are they mad?!! Skyscrapers have risen up making the area seem claustrophobic.
The grey and glass architecture, individual in their own way but still grey and glass.
Each window with a light behind and no doubt huge amounts of work being exchanged from desktop to desktop.
And huge clouds on the entrances to each building. Huge clouds of cigarette smoke (I'm sorry to those of you who smoke but...
My word! There must have been about 50 - 100 people by each entrance to these towers, and the air was uncomfortably thick and choking. I have never experienced this before.
Sorry again to those of you who smoke, but you would also have been shocked too.
Getting away from this area, we went up to the fountain on
Cabot Square to get our bearings.
And then at the foot of the towers, the Ice Rink!
Miss Teen and Miss B went straight to the ice skates and were ready!
The rink itself consisted of the main ice rink area and a sculpture in the middle where I enjoyed watching the reflections of the skaters going past onto the pathways that off shoot from the main area.
Such a place to skate!
Perfect for the old, young, and polar bear!
With the girls enjoying their skating for an hour, they were perfectly happy afterwards to join me to cross over to visit
The Museum of London Docklands. You cross over to West India Quay,where the new buildings still surround you, but then some older structures come into play.
You turn around and then... the old warehouses!
At the end of these wonderful historical structures, the Museum of London Docklands...
A place that my Grandad spent many, many, many hours researching, archiving, writing, along with so many others to ensure that the Museum could be created. I took little Pixie camera in with me and then wished I hadn't as the shots I took were terrible. So, Miss Teen suggested to go and visit the Museum of London instead. A VERY good idea! Off we went to the
DLR station nearby to set off on a short journey to St Pauls Tube Station.
No matter how many times I see this building I can never be tired of it!
A short walk and we were at the entrance to the
Museum of London. Now, if you are ever here, please please come to this Museum! It is on many floors, and packed with amazing artefacts. I will be going back very soon with my other camera so that I can share this place properly with you, but if you go to the 'People's City' part and ask one of the guides where the war room is with the suspended bomb, sit in the room and listen to the actual accounts of Londoners during the Blitz. Then, towards the end you will hear a calming man speak about St Pauls during the Blitz and then silence... silence as photos of St Pauls in the burning flames of the City are shown. The man speaking... my Grandad.
Are you still with me?! This post is a bit up and down, and I do apologise but I am not quite myself this week. Hopefully all will be back to normal next time.
Until then, welcome to some lovely new followers and thank you all for your wonderful comments from last week.
Enjoy your week and keep upbeat and healthy!!
Take care.