That walk up from Stratford to Bow is non-eventful and a bit desert-like: Not many trees until you get to Bow and what’s Bow got? No, seriously… What’s Bow got? A church, Three Mills behind a Tesco on a miserable dirty main road and The Nunnery in the artists’ quarter, as the artists call their up and coming place, wherever that is.
I found Grove Hall Park
behind the Nunnery with its al fresco Sunday breakfast and the smell of eggs to turn your stomach while you’re trying to get immersed into Alexis’ gorgeous art in the exhibition at Bow Arts.
I walked the walk with my camera-phone because I was on a mission, a reccy for my next piece of RAGWORKS. How Stratford changed! It was once a dirty hole. I saw the new Birkbeck Uni Campus building and await my invite to its opening.
I was looking forward to photographing the gargoyles along Stratford High Street near Gala Bingo. Cor! Gala’s moved along and the gargoyles have been covered by new fascii.
Sunday dinner at the Castle in Walthamstow. Packed it was.I had roast lamb in gravy disguised in another name. Twas good. Others had marrow. How the poorest of veg becomes gentrified, eh?