Docklands

London Docks have been closed for decades now. Once the centre of British imperial power, Britain didn't just rule the waves, it kicked their arse.

Sadly, the docks are no more. However, from a filthy, derelict area, it has been reborn with new offices, shops restaurant and yuppies. Drawn, like a woman to a shoeshop, we went down for a look-see and a whirl round the museum.

It's all concrete, steel and done-up warehouses, these days.
A lot of water about the place, too. And that means boats.
A couple of buoys. As this is not Darlinghurst, these buoys are straight.
A model of a great big ship that was built around here somewhere when the UK built stuff to beat the French up with. Happy days.
The Romans dropped in for a while.
As did the Germans.
They use to make lots of metally things.
And sometimes they would sit in them. A two-man air-raid shelter apparently. Presumably, very friendly men - or men from Darlinghurst.
A couple of bombshells.
The fifth Beatle shunned the rock and roll lifestyle for that of a nerd. Stil, kept me away from unipedal super-models.