I took myself on a giro round the Isle of Dogs this morning.   Partly because it’s a while since I’ve travelled on the squeaky Docklands Light Railway as it winds its way through the tower blocks.   Partly because I wanted to remind myself of the false rusticity of the Mudchute (actually, at least in its allotments, a remarkably effective illusion of rusticity):-

I also wanted to remind myself of Jeremy Dixon’s urban experiment in Compass Point, where, relatively early in the development of docklands, he created a miniature townscape of houses, including a crescent and Dutch gables:-

And partly because I hadn’t seen John Outram’s magnificent post-modern, but essentially neo-romantic, pumping station for a while:-