@marcdavenant Looked at slides taken by my grandparents of my father's childhood in the 60s and it's funny because in the medium term people always say to photograph people and events rather than places because that's what you'll want to remember.
However, turns out in the long term seeing a Rover P4 being loaded up with suitcases is much more interesting
A truly wonderful photo. So much of London's character has been obliterated by redevelopment.
#Alt4You part 1
photo by David Granick (1912-1980) of Three Colt St Poplar, 1975. I guess its appeal is that so many of the parts of this photo represent different eras; it’s almost like an archeological dig. Three Colt St is paved with bitumen, and there is a narrow footpath on each side with proper kerbing. It looks grubby. The road veers slightly to the right before it disappears. The day is rather clear though there is no bright sunlight.
Along the left is what looks to be a victorian era brick wall, about 10 feet high; the wall is topped with a row of old barbed wire. I don’t know the area, so can’t say why we must keep out. Whatever was once there is probably gone - I count the tops of three truck/or lorry trailers; one cream, one red, one pale blue. In the distance over the fence a clock tower, with cream render. In the distance still over the fence, the vertical tower and horizontal boom of a construction crane, and further distant behind that, trees with many branches but no leaves. To the right of the picture, near the fence, a high-rise building, possibly a 1960s pre-fabricated housing tower in grey hues. Moving closer to the centre of the picture, other buildings remaining just over the fence 19th century, 2 story, brick with central chimney cap. Closer still, a metal tower, the sort built for wireless transmission. Closer yet; a 3 story brick building quite narrow at front. It has /2
#Alt4You Part 2
It has an industrial purpose as there is a massive white metal pipe leading out (maybe in) on one side. There is a curved piece appearing above the roof which looks almost like a handle and makes the building look like a ridiculously tall, fat briefcase.
On the footpaths each side some cars; an old anglia with an odd coloured door probably from a wrecker’s yard; a bright new red ford sports car, and several little motor scooters. In the distance still on the left path a pale blue cortina, and on the right a grey car maybe a vauxhall.
There is also a bit of rubbish on the paths, here and there; plaster rubble, a piece of gate set aside, piles of stacked but grubby boards.
The greatest attraction in centre of this photo a man maybe 60 or 70 years old, in brown clothing, looks a bit like a rag and bone man, guiding a horse along, the brown horse has a white blaze down neatly down the front of his head, drawing behind him a short wagon with pneumatic tires, at the front a driver’s seat with canopy it looks a little ornate like an old baker’s cart; there are cardboard boxes flattened and piled in the driver’s seat, and the roof of the wagon piled high with larger, flattened boxes. The man guiding the horse is bent a little, staring directly into the camera, his left hand, which is raised to point his left forefinger at the cameraman in admonishment, obscures his face a little. - End