Blonde companions for Canary Wharf, pinned to four stretches of water

Nancy starts above the Elizabeth line platforms, at a sushi counter inside Crossrail Place, where she orders for two and settles the running order herself. She is sunny, direct and in her early thirties, with blue eyes and a laugh the whole counter hears. Open water swimming fills her summers and road trips get planned months ahead. Midweek she is simple to book. For a Friday or Saturday, a message by Wednesday keeps her diary clear.

Thea heads for the charcoal grill at Roka, at the edge of the park, and asks for the counter so she can watch the chefs. Caramel hair, green eyes, a curvy figure and an outdoor streak: hill walks, long rides on a bike, and Japanese food whenever she comes home from them. She is friendly and unhurried, and her ease turns a first booking into something closer to a second. Dinner ends with a stroll through the park to the edge of the dock.

Cindy is the daylight blonde. She likes an afternoon start beside the sailing centre on Millwall Dock, calling out boat classes as the dinghies tack beneath the towers. A film camera hangs at her shoulder and yoga keeps the rest of her week steady. Her bookings begin around lunchtime and run on towards evening. Allow ninety minutes, £400, for the quay, or two hours, £500, to stay for the sunset behind South Quay. The Isle of Dogs page covers hotels and stations close to her pin.

Nora's pin sits furthest east, a short ride from the terminal at London City Airport. Send her your landing time and she arranges everything after it: a bottle cooling at a hotel bar on Royal Victoria Dock, cable car cabins gliding overhead, a slow first hour after a long day in a seat. Honey blonde, hazel eyes, athletic, she sketches clothes in a notebook and knows her grower champagnes. A day of notice suits her. Her arrival evenings are the backbone of the City Airport travel itinerary.

Think about the hour before you think about the shade. Cindy owns the afternoon. Nancy and Thea are the easy early-evening pair on the estate itself, ten minutes apart on foot. Nora is the one to ask when a flight number decides your timing. If the water matters less than the colouring, the neighbouring floors are close by: auburn and red holds the three rarest shades on the range, and brunettes is the widest floor we have. Nancy and Thea also stand on the curvaceous floor.

Every booking runs through one conversation with Philippa. Send the name, the hotel and a start time; she checks availability, usually within a quarter of an hour, and confirms the details in writing. No fare is added for travel inside Zones 1 and 2, and anything further out is quoted before you agree. The booking page walks through the whole sequence.