Once we disembarked and started to walk toward Tower Bridge, we were on very familiar ground with the Tower of London and the city skyline across the river, and the Shard, HMS Belfast and City Hall on our bank. HMS Belfast had a passenger liner tied up alongside which was a surprise.
After Tower Bridge we were immediately into docklands with converted warehouses, which are now posh bars, restaurants and flats.
Very soon we saw the community of boats which we think is where MP Jo Cox lived before she was murdered. The path goes along the river through Bermondsey round short inlets and in places behind warehouses, with great views back to Tower Bridge and the city. It is still very atmospheric and has a totally different character to our first 3 days walking. There were places where we had to leave the river to go round warehouses, which gave us a flavour of the expensive apartments on the river front and the social housing (or former social housing behind).
The view back with Tower Bridge framed by the Shard on one side and the City on the other was quite something, though the view forward lacked the excitement of the last few miles! Rotherhithe turned out to be quite interesting as it was from here that the Mayflower sailed with her cargo of pilgrims.
The first real view of the Docklands skyscrapers is at the end of a street in Rotherhithe. At the top of the bend and across the river, we could see Limehouse Basin and Canary Wharf beyond.
Canary Wharf is truly enormous, and would dominate the skyline for much of our walk. Just past the bend in the river opposite Canary Wharf, we found a little gem, Surrey Docks City Farm, where we stopped for a mid morning drink. With all the photography etc our progress was fairly slow, we had only done 3.5 miles in 2 hours but as it was only 11.30am we thought it was too early for lunch
As we got further through Rotherhithe, there was much more new development instead of the conversions of old buildings we had seen so far. After the farm we weaved in and out of the buildings including through the car park of the Hilton until we reached Greenlands Dock which is really nice, with its flats and a big marina. Just after Greenland Dock we passed the boundary stone marking the boundary between Rotherhithe and Deptford and, until 1899, between Surrey and Kent. It was just as well that it wasn't as hot as previous days, as there was very little shade. The character of the river was changing too. Gone completely were the Thames Cruisers and we began to see the occasional yacht.
We saw the Cutty Sark in the distance before we got to Deptford, but we had to go round the old Naval buildings and decided that Deptford is really not very nice! When we got back to the river, we passed a statue of Peter the Great, a gift from the Russion people. In 1698 he was studying ship-building in the area and after he and his entourage caused major devastation, the Treasury had to pay significant compensation to the owner of the house he rented. By now, we were close to the Cutty Sark. We decided to buy sandwiches for lunch and found a nice shady bench in the grounds of the Royal Naval College.
The detour signs seemed to evaporate and the O2 seemed to be across a main road. The next bit to the end of the peninsula was past endless construction trucks until we finally got to the side of the big hotel next to the O2 and regained the path. We think we missed a bit of the path, but not much. Rather to our surprise, there were a lot of people on the roof of the O2 - it looked very much like a guided roof tour!
It took a while to get round the O2, and the cable car over the Thames, but we could see our destination, the Thames barrier in the distance.
With only a minor diversion round a yacht club, we made it to the Barrier and walked through to find the end of the Thames path.
We decided to return to London Bridge in style to get a train, so we walked back to North Greenwich pier and got the Thames Clipper again, which provided a different viewpoint of the many interesting things we had walked past. This time our fellow travellers were tourists, not commuters so it was a much less peaceful voyage.
And finally, we managed to get lost (again!) at London Bridge Station and the train home was late!