Inception – Greenwich Stylee
So there I was, sitting on the top floor of the 188 the other day, daydreaming. The bus didn’t seem to have moved very much, but you know how dreams can make everything seem to last for ages (some blockbuster movies have similar properties…)
‘Look,’ my friend nudged me.
In front of us, the road began to rise up, pointing towards the very sky. Below us, cars stopped in wonderment. Not a few people produced cameras, including my pal, and Meirion, my very own Mr. Charles, complete with his own dreamlike surreal touch – a new tent over his arm – who has just reminded me of the incident by sending me this rather splendid photo:
Meirion had a sobering thought.
“It made me think one day we’ll suddenly wake up and realise that they haven’t used the drawbridge for a year or two (when they eventually sell the aggregate yard to build flats probably) and another part of Greenwich’s industrial age heritage will have vanished.”
Curiously, Meirion appears to have been one side of the lift, heading towards Greenwich along Creek Road, with a bunch of other cyclists, I was on the bus headed out, towards Deptford, with a bunch of motor vehicles:
I confess I have never been present when the bridge opened before. Just how frequent is it these days? I’m guessing our very own Rod should know…
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