Comments on: Sunday Morning Stroll With John Claridge https://spitalfieldslife.com/2012/09/04/sunday-morning-stroll-with-john-claridge/ In the midst of life I woke to find myself living in an old house beside Brick Lane in the East End of London Mon, 05 Nov 2012 09:38:02 +0000 hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 By: debra williams https://spitalfieldslife.com/2012/09/04/sunday-morning-stroll-with-john-claridge/#comment-72457 Mon, 05 Nov 2012 09:38:02 +0000 http://spitalfieldslife.com/?p=69973#comment-72457 all the old stalls in queens road i would bet more than half of them belonged to my grandad he used to rent them out from his home in queens rd and later the yard in western rd

]]> By: naveed ahmed https://spitalfieldslife.com/2012/09/04/sunday-morning-stroll-with-john-claridge/#comment-63485 Tue, 11 Sep 2012 11:02:15 +0000 http://spitalfieldslife.com/?p=69973#comment-63485 Hi. i am simply amazed to see these photos. it will be nice to see some more photos of the Green Street and Queens Road market E13. This place has changed a lot since then.thanks

]]> By: Cindy S. https://spitalfieldslife.com/2012/09/04/sunday-morning-stroll-with-john-claridge/#comment-62936 Fri, 07 Sep 2012 07:49:17 +0000 http://spitalfieldslife.com/?p=69973#comment-62936 JC delivers a sermon and I note the congregation are suitably roused.
God bless you, my young sir!

C.

]]> By: David Drakes https://spitalfieldslife.com/2012/09/04/sunday-morning-stroll-with-john-claridge/#comment-62714 Wed, 05 Sep 2012 08:55:38 +0000 http://spitalfieldslife.com/?p=69973#comment-62714 JC’s lens peers, as perceptively as ever, into the eery dawn gloom that was London’s East End all those years ago . . . praise, too, for the excellent opening comments from the “gentle author” . . . well written!

]]> By: john edwards https://spitalfieldslife.com/2012/09/04/sunday-morning-stroll-with-john-claridge/#comment-62712 Wed, 05 Sep 2012 08:46:58 +0000 http://spitalfieldslife.com/?p=69973#comment-62712 An elegy – a sonata – dulcet play misty for me soft grey s – the pregnant sound of silence.
Even the seagulls have shut up . No rasping cough from an old ironsides hacking up
a kerbside oyster here ….. a gauze veil of mercy is drawn over all – and there’s that delicious moment
lightly entranced throughout – that of seeing say, someone swinging an axe on wood across the wide river and the sound of axe on log may not have arrived by the time we have moved on…. Beautiful John.

]]> By: Louisa https://spitalfieldslife.com/2012/09/04/sunday-morning-stroll-with-john-claridge/#comment-62705 Wed, 05 Sep 2012 07:52:27 +0000 http://spitalfieldslife.com/?p=69973#comment-62705 Moments of tranquility. Time of peacefulness. A breath of gentleness. A sense of spirit and soul. All portrayed in shades of black and grey, captured forever but in the blink of an eye. So rich, so special.

]]> By: Chris F https://spitalfieldslife.com/2012/09/04/sunday-morning-stroll-with-john-claridge/#comment-62642 Tue, 04 Sep 2012 20:53:36 +0000 http://spitalfieldslife.com/?p=69973#comment-62642 John is building up quite a fan base on here… The three fishermen… Compo, Foggy & Clegg….. Brilliant.

]]> By: Marien de Goffau https://spitalfieldslife.com/2012/09/04/sunday-morning-stroll-with-john-claridge/#comment-62622 Tue, 04 Sep 2012 16:17:47 +0000 http://spitalfieldslife.com/?p=69973#comment-62622 A unique story written with a camera on a special morning in the 60’s in East End. A fantastic experience to be back. Marvelous.

]]> By: Michael https://spitalfieldslife.com/2012/09/04/sunday-morning-stroll-with-john-claridge/#comment-62621 Tue, 04 Sep 2012 16:10:23 +0000 http://spitalfieldslife.com/?p=69973#comment-62621 Wow, just look at those early morning fisherman. Again, beautiful work.

]]> By: Olga Secerov https://spitalfieldslife.com/2012/09/04/sunday-morning-stroll-with-john-claridge/#comment-62615 Tue, 04 Sep 2012 15:17:29 +0000 http://spitalfieldslife.com/?p=69973#comment-62615 I love Upton Park Station and the Pie and Mash Shop. I often wonder what some of these places look like now. I will go and see for myself.

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