An hour at Gallions Reach

I asked ChatGPT for ten posts that the blogger diamond geezer might write. It gave me eleven. I've chosen one. One Hour at Gallions Reach An apparently pointless excursion to somewhere on the edge of London, which turns out to reveal fascinating details about urban development and retail parks. estuarine Gallions Reach isn't on the edge of London, merely at the far end of the Royal Docks, but it is unexpectedly remote for Newham and I did spend exactly an hour there. Officially Gallions Reach is the straight-ish mile of the Thames Estuary between Woolwich and Thamesmead but the name has been adopted mainly by the land to the west, especially since the DLR opened a station here in 1994. Things were very quiet round here then, mostly brownfield where docks and gasworks used to be, but with every subsequent block of flats a sense of artificial gravity has intensified. I'm not a fan. disconnect The fringes of Beckton were the ideal spot to hide essential infrastructure nobody would want…