I cycled past the site of the Olympic Park on my way home from mosaicing at the weekend. The River Lea and its network of adjoining canals runs alongside it and make a gorgeous cycle route, connecting East and North London.
It was really lovely and tranquil along the river. It must be so annoying for all the residents to have this massive change going on around them.
On one side of the river is high security fencing, behind which cranes swing and futuristic building work frantically takes place. On the other side are housing estates.
It looks as though they're 'dealing with' the structures along the west side of the river that really have to go.
Apparently there used to be great grafitti along this stretch. A little bit remains. I hope they don't just demolish everywhere with character.
But seeing the structure of the Olympic Stadium itself softened this cynical Londoner; I've been dreading the disruption of the Games, really.
It seemed incongruous, lurking in the background on a quiet summer evening amid the smell of barbecue wafting off the houseboats. But I did get a little rush of excitement. And I'm always up for a bit of Russian male gymnasts action.