Sand dollars

On my way to Waterloo Station to catch the train to Brockenhurst (for our New Forest adventure, see below) I walked along the South Bank of the Thames, past the Tate Modern, Oxo Tower, National Theatre, and the British Film Institute. As this was late October, the sun was actually still up (only just) at 5pm. Unlike now, when you look out the office window at 4pm into pitch blackness.

This was the view from the northern end of Blackfriars Bridge across to Westminster.

And the view back towards the bridge and the City from the South Bank.


I also spotted something with some continuity to an earlier post, which was nice. Early this year I posted some (grainy) photos of sand-dwellers in this particular area of the South Bank who were merrily sozzled and singing to the passers by while crafting couches and other things from sand. The primary purpose of all this was to coax money out of us, for beer they said, but the whole effect, with their roaring fires and sand furniture and straight-to-the-point chorus, was decidedly entertaining.

So I passed by this spot on the way to Waterloo and found some more sand-sculpting but of a more morbid (yet still enterprising) variety.



The headstone says:
'Here lies a sandy queen
Waiting for next Halloween
In 7 days she will wake up
So throw a coin and wish her luck.'

(As always, click on the photo for a better view.)

I like how he has her showing a bit of leg, just in case that would reel us in.