#peckham rye

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The view from the platform. Peckham Rye, South London, September 2025.

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📸 Sunrise over Canary Wharf and the Isle of Dogs

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Rye Lane is such a cute film, I need more Black people to go to the cinema and watch it PLEASE🙏🏾

Because why was I one of 5 Black people at the cinema and everyone was white? If it's a price thing, Peckhamplex is showing the film for £5.49 while other cinemas is £17 if anything

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Lost London: Walking the River Peck Part 2: Angels, Industry, and Football

On Peckham Rye Common, an un-mowed patch of grass reveals the presence of two manhole covers, under which the rushing waters of the now-hidden River Peck can be heard. Above ground, it was in a tree on the Common that a young William Blake reported seeing bright angels – no such sightings were made on this walk.

The Common is cut in two by East Dulwich Road, its northern section an odd triangular area, which feels very different from its larger, more open southern part. The route of the river continues through this northern tip, where the walker passes an old concrete fountain, a remnant of Peckham Lido. Apparently, a campaign to rebuild the Lido has proposed to feed the pool from the underground Peck.

Continuing along Rye Lane – and past some floral streetlamps – the course of the Peck then moves away from central Peckham and onto industrial side streets. 

There is little trace of the river here, and not much of interest to see – though in the 19th and early 20th Century one could have seen the Batty & Co. Pickle Factory, makers of Dr Kitchener’s Salad Cream and Nabob sauce, and later purchased by H J Heinz as their first British Factory.

Winding through these side streets and a small park, the walker soon comes to the busy Queen’s Road, but after crossing this is returned to quieter suburban estates. 

The route passes close to the asylum – or more correctly, a complex of alms-houses – once owned by the Licensed Victualler’s Benevolent Institution. Perhaps worth a diversion, but otherwise there are the unusual Regency-style houses of Clifton Crescent to see, which come with copper-window canopies.

After crossing the Old Kent Road, the houses are replaced by more industrial estates, which host a surprising number of evangelical churches. The site of the area’s most famous/infamous congregation is further ahead though: after an unexpected and pleasant wildflower garden, a right turn under a railway bridge reveals a mural of a roaring lion and the name Millwall FC.

The route of the Peck edges around the side of the New Den football stadium, bringing the walker to the Bermondsey Dive Under, a massive piece of railway infrastructure that rebuilt some of the bridges crossing the street here, with the aim of improving track capacity for trains running into and out of London Bridge station. It may have made for a better journey for some commuters, but for pedestrians, the blue lighting, graffiti-splashed walls, and thundering trains overhead make this a foreboding place.

Emerging from the dive under, it is here that the Peck joins with another subterranean stream, before the waters continue towards the Thames…

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Babysitting duty 🐶

When a friend asks you to take her dog for the weekend♥️♥️

Park walkies with Branson ❤️

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OK, we’ll start with a big one. 

Peckham Rye park is an instant classic. It doesn’t mess about. Its big fenceless grassy plains lure you in for just a little rest, for a sit down in the sun. It knows you need a break, and it offers you a bed. The thing that’s different about this park is that it doesn’t relax you, but it still manages to give you exactly what you want, without you knowing you wanted it. Relaxing here turns into blissful CHILLING, and those two things are far from being the same. A brief kip on the common turns into vivid dreams about your childhood, your past relationships, your hopes for the future etc. You always leave feeling kind of triumphant.

I meandered here slowly today, I had time to kill, and it was nice to hear the birds. When I got here I rounded the perimeter then entered the little woodland area, still strolling, peoplewatching, looking at the plants and shit, and thinking about things. I left the woods and sat on the grass for a bit, wandered some more, and made my way home. 

 This park I return to at least a couple of times a week. I’m still yet to bore of it, which is a really good sign. In spite of the Bowling Green and JAPANESE GARDEN (which has seemingly no correlation with Japan) it still retains an extremely humble air, there’s an effortless feel to it which is hard to criticise. The park is just at the end of Rye Lane, Peckham’s usually bustling and intense main street, and yet it somehow captures some dozy humid suburban spirit. It’s reasonably big, there’s plenty of grass common as well as areas with more overgrown nature, and then a kind of pooey but still nice lake, a skatepark and a playground. It’s packed with tall brilliant green trees and strange iridescent flowers, humming birdsong, a low, visceral glow. The mix of people isn’t bad either, for lockdown. There’s a good blend of families, runners, people who talk to themselves ominously, bastard 29 year olds, chillers, leisurely strollers and well-dressed old people. There were some good characters today, including a group of 3 Jamaican guys maybe in their 40s, who were sunglasses, tops-off, vigorously head bobbing to the music blasting from their cars. During the “golden hour”, post 5pm but before dark, there is a massive increase of people in the park. It’s when the park is certainly most beautiful, but the numbers of human beings slightly steals from its grace. 

Whenever I come here I never have to worry what I’m gonna think about. Inspiring interesting thoughts is just a part of the way this park operates. 

PECKHAM RYE PARK 9/10

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Peckham Rye | London