I had lots of work to do today, by I had a Mole moment, said ‘hang’ to it and set off with my camera. It was just too nice a day to spend hunched over a keyboard checking facts. I was doubtful at first, because there was a nip in the air when I let MasterB outside to perform his ablutions. But mid-morning I went for a teeny bike ride, part of my ongoing programme to get my confidence back, and it was gorgeous; one of those days when the light seems to expand, when neighbours stop and chat in sunshine, when it feels good to be alive.
My ‘phone had bizarrely moved me into a different time zone, and I was startled to find the day so apparently advanced when I had thought I was having an early lunch. It probably helped to push me out of the door the more quickly, I just completed a few quick chores, then got organised.
It seems an age since I strolled with my camera in the streets near my home. This squirrel was making a real racket. Several people stopped to stare at her. I am guessing she was calling her babies, and when they didn’t show, was getting more distressed.
To be honest, I didn’t take a huge number of pictures along my route, for today I had a goal. I had seen a tweet about some sculptures on the foreshore at Vauxhall and I wanted to see them for myself. I did meet a lovely Jack Russell called Poppy. She was being transported by her elderly owner in a shopping trolley tothe garnd opening of a teashop belonging to the owner’s friend. Don’t worry, Poppy does get walks; her owner pays for dog walkers to take her out for a good run.
I had thought the sculptures were by St George’s Wharf. They weren’t, but I was reassured that I had read the tide tables correctly and the foreshore was exposed. Vauxhall Bridge glinted decoratively in the sunshine. It is adorned with sculptures by Alfred Drury and Frederick Pomeroy. These are by Drury. He also did the ones of Victoria and Albert outside the V&A.
Canoeists added a splash of colour to the Thames.
And the foreshore was busier than I have ever seen it at this stretch. Like me, people had come to see the sculptures. They’ll only be in place for a month, during the Totally Thames Festival. I don’t know if they’ll move to another site. You may not be able to see from this photo, but the horses’ heads have been replaced with oil drilling equipment.
For this is a sculpture about Climate Crisis and our over dependence on fossil fuels. It’s in view of the Palace of Westminster and very close to MI6. That is quite a powerful venue. Outside the Shell byilding which has been the target of a number of protests in the last few days might have been even more powerful. Though one woman I spoke to this afternoon said she didn’t want to think about the message being conveyed, she just wanted to enjoy them. I’d love to hear the artist’s response to that remark.
Actually they aren’t all horsemen; two are, then there is a boy and a girl. Wonderful though they are, I found them disturbing. The figures all have their eyes shut. I presume this is a reference to the way we are walking with determined blindness towards our own destruction.
I did love the details.
Leaving the river I ran into first a neighbour from up the road who was enjoying lunch at one of the Portuguese eateries in which Vauxhall is so abundant, then to some closer neighbours who had been at Battersea Dog Show with their lovely French Bulldog, Lula.
There were more pictures, but I think you’ve probably had enough for one evening, and anyway, I need to get myself organised for work in the morning.