Monday is Jude and Ella’s routine day with Charlie and her two children, Henry and Daisy. Today it was decided to go up the Shard – for my benefit. This turned out a real treat, despite the grey, miserable weather. I have always admired its slender spire, above London Bridge.
Entering the Shard, with security to match that at Heathrow Airport, and then taking the super-rapid lifts was a bit surreal. Once at the top the views were breathtaking.
At the same time it was sad to see landmarks like St Pauls dwarfed by the sea of mediocre at best but more often downright ugly piles. (I prefer it as I remember it from early childhood – surrounded by bomb sites.)
Even the gherkin, one of the few modern buildings I like is in the process of being hidden by more recent growths.
The Thames and the complex network of railways provided visual relief from the architectural desecration.
We finished the outing with a drink at the magnificent seventeenth century Galleried George Inn in Southwark.