On the other side is the river, and the Chiswick Pier, where I've spent many an hour just listening to the sounds of the river (broken by the roar of an airplane on descent course to Heathrow, every few minutes. Aarrgh.)
The occasional raft will speed by, sending the gulls flapping. You might occasionally meet someone mooring their houseboat here. At times, you might come across someone feeding the gulls. You could watch the sun go down behind Dukes Meadows. Or you just might be 'accompanied' by another soul simply mesmerised by the river.
The little fluffball at the back was valiantly trying to 'scare' me at this point, sending me into a fit of giggles. That agitated him even more, but he was called off by his laughing owner before he could do anything about it. Oh my.
I feel lucky to live within minutes of this divine patch. It gives me the perfect excuse to pause and reflect, to take a break from my urban life, to recharge my batteries. You should do that too, but hey, go find your own! :)