GROWING CONCRETE
The Shard at London Bridge is a force of man against nature. 300 metres up, with a keen eye, on a clearish day, you’ll see the sea. Not bad for a debut building by a young Italian architect who ate his greens. As it shoots up this spring, trees are also hitting their main growth spurt. Every bud within 58 miles of London must look on and say, ‘fucking cheat’. With a crew of over a hundred men bolting on twig after twig of steel, the Shard is a supermodel in the make-up room compared to the hard-grafting trees wooing the sunshine and air. Not that this is bad. By heck, no. The Shard, in its slender beanstalk manner, shall whistle to the trees and egg them on to greater heights and spans. By 2012, when the last pane of glass takes its seat at the summit, we will be blessed with 40 more leafage and therefore less carbon floating around the city. If you have a balcony nearby, turn the plant to face the shard and see it rocket.
If you’re the not the tallest of people and you’d like to put on a few inches yourself, go stare at The Shard. For every hour you watch, you’ll grow a mm.
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