This morning, I had the immense privilege (don’t ask why – nothing medical, but about how to commemorate the impact of COVID in East London) of seeing London from the helicopter pad on top of the London Hospital:-
London is laid out before one – a gigantic incohate, glorious mess, punctuated still by a certain amount of green, thanks to the determination of post-war planners to retain parks in amongst the new Tower blocks.
The City itself is now an inglorious jumble, St. Paul’s and the City Churches nowhere to be seen, a cocktail cabinet of architectural playthings:-
The Shard dominates the view to the south, slender and elegant:-
Christ Church, Spitalfields barely holds its own against the new Tower blocks:-
I looked out for our house, but could only see the new Travelodge next door:-