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York Watergate, Victoria Embankment Gardens

The York Watergate, Victoria Embankment Gardens, London.
Recently I caught the end of a BBC documentary called 'The Bridges that Built London' presented by Dan Cruickshank. Quite simply the documentary reaffirmed my love for London and in particular the rich history that flows through every street, alleyway and building, all leading to Father Thames.

One part that really interested my revolved around the The York Watergate. This watergate, built in 1626, once directly bordered the Thames, but following Joseph Bazalgette's construction of the Victoria Embankment between 1865 and 1870 it became marooned a few hundred metres from the current bank of the Thames.

After learning this, I went looking for the watergate when walking back from a training session in central London. Its historical use is obvious when you see the shell details over the gateway, hinting at a more maritime past.

The watergate is located in what is now Victoria Embankment Gardens. The gardens are open all year round. For more information: http://www.westminster.gov.uk/...parksandopenspaces/veg/

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