On a beautiful Saturday afternoon, W and I took a long walk down South Bank and Bankside to soak up the sun.
Instead of walking along the pavement, we went down onto the strip of sand and rocks that is as close to a beach as you find in London. Here are a few pics from our walk:
I nearly stepped on this little guy who got caught up in the rocks when the tide went out without him.
I love the way this is hidden until the tide goes out. I never knew it was there until this weekend.
We walked slowly, stones shifting under our feet, stopping to look at bits of rubbish washed up on shore – cable ties, wet pieces of clothing, bottles and cans and ragged abandoned tires.
A bit of history in the form of a brick.
This, for some reason, reminds me of a different European city, and a lazy day floating on the river.
Despite the washed-out hues of wet rock and sand, there were still vibrant colours to find.