I could see this bridge beckoning to me from Hackney Wick station. Once across it I could quickly walk into Victoria Park and then I was nearly back home.
This bridge offers people on foot a way of crossing the A12 without getting run over. Although the A12 is not a motorway is certainly looks and sounds like one with traffic using it constantly 24 hours of the day.
I believe I read in the
Guardian once that Philip Pullman*, the novelist, regards the A12 trunk road as having mystical properties. I find that hard to credit but perhaps it's something to do with the route it follows rather than anything else. Anyway this memory reminded me that I had painted a picture from the Victoria Park side of the road looking over to the waste land that was Hackney Wick. The pale paint at the bottom of the picture represent exhaust fumes! Enjoy.
* It has been suggested to me that it is more likely to be Iain Sinclair the author who writes about psychogeography amongst other things.
