Cremorne Riverside Centre has been much in the news of late. The sombre geometries of this boat club, clad in Cor-ten steel, sit rusting like some nautical ruin, giving welcome visual strength to an incoherent fragment of London’s riverbank.

The building stands little beyond World’s End, where the formality of West Brompton and the charm of Cheyne Walk give way to gas works, disused power stations and waste recycling plants, in the bizarre little park called Cremorne Gardens, part bedding plants and random tree types, enjoyed by the locals, part public conveniences and abandoned sheds, with an evident attraction for the local malavita.