Today I’ve been out in the sunshine enjoying the delights of Greenhithe. I may be using the term ‘delights’ a little loosely, but it’s certainly true that there’s a lot more to Greenhithe than Bluewater, contrary to popular belief. And it provides a surprising number of opportunities for artistic photography. Or at least it would, to someone with any photographic talent. So, with sincere apologies to all those people, here are my efforts, taken on various occasions over the last couple of years.
This is Ingress Abbey, which is situated rather bizarrely in the middle of a housing development. It’s also home to the world’s shortest heritage trail; I’ve now tried it twice and still have no idea where it’s supposed to go.
I think pretty much everyone who’s ever been to Ingress Park has taken the photo below. It’s a very obvious shot, but had to be done. This was taken from the riverside walk looking back towards Ingress Abbey.
And here it is again, without the wall.
When you think of the QEII bridge, which connects Essex and Kent, ‘pretty’ probably isn’t the first word that comes to mind. And I’d agree that in murky weather, it’s not much to look at (not to mention the Thames ends up looking like the chocolate river in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory). But with the right conditions, the Dartford Crossing is actually pretty impressive.
And here’s me attempting some artistic photography with mud. I’m not sure I quite pull it off, but there’s something about this photo that I kind of like.
Greenhithe used to consist of basically a village and a quarry, but these days every square inch of ground has houses on it (and if it doesn’t, it soon will). This means that Ingress Abbey isn’t the only historic building surrounded by modern housing. Another is Stone Castle, which apparently dates back to the 12th century but is now home to some really boring office (despite the wild speculations of my book club). It also presents further opportunities for dramatic photos.
That last one wasn’t taken today, obviously. In contrast, today there were some signs that spring might have arrived (I hope I don’t live to regret saying that). Like the tree near my house that’s covered in pretty pink blossom. I spent quite a long time taking photos from various angles, trying to get a good one – and no doubt being watched suspiciously by several nearby residents – and in the end I gave up. This was the best I could manage.
And then there’s Bluewater, but I don’t have any pictures of that. Maybe next time…