Dawn on the last day of our journey and I’m staring out the window into a tarnished silver mirror that is the Thames estuary. It is a perfect day for a walk..
It has taken a week of walking from Greenwich to reach a place that knows for sure that it is picturesque.
According to legend, the last bear who fought here was killed, shaved and eaten by the local yobboes
Dawn is just breaking when we emerge from the Kinetika studios
You might think the closest thing to birdlife here is Canary Wharf…
We enter a strange landscape where a Porsche dealer is neighbour to a strip of woodland filled with rubbish: a duvet hangs in a tree, a tiny vole lies dead on the cycle path.
Just after dawn I peer out the window of the working men’s hostel where we are staying on the Isle of Dogs and see a fox, a squirrel and a crow disputing the contents of a rubbish bin.
If yesterday was all trees and lovely riverside views, today promises to be very different.
You can’t walk down a London street carrying a seven-metre tall flag without drawing attention.