Docklander has been living here for a while and seen it change from the Brazillia of the East End to the new heart of London. The spirit of the city has stepped outside the old walls and caught a cab down the Highway. We are intoxicated by this place, from the empty warehouses of Tobacco Dock, to the lunchtime crowds in Canada Place. London is the river and the river is Docklands - it's free, bold and eccentric an Engish Manhattan whose aspiration in the tops of it's steel and glass towers is rooted in the soft wharehouse brick of its past. This is our home and this is our chronicle of its daily life.
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