FOR centuries, people have combed the banks of the Thames, picking through the stony foreshore whenever the tide permits it, searching for treasure. Once, mudlarks were among London’s poorest inhabitants, sifting through piles of washed-up waste in the hope of finding something to sell. Today, London still has a thriving community of mudlarks, but those who roam the riverside are more likely to be archaeologists, history-lovers or people seeking a respite from the bustle of the capital.
One of the river’s more frequent visitors is Lara Maiklem, who has been mud larking for nearly 20 years, exploring the length of the tidal Thames from Teddington right out to the mouth of the estuary. Having grown up on a Surrey dairy farm, Miss Maiklem found herself missing the countryside after she moved to London to begin her career in publishing and started searching for an urban substitute. ‘I was desperately looking for peace and quiet; that’s how I found my way down to the river,’ she explains. ‘It was my own little streak of wilderness running through the heart of the city. In London, you can’t really feel the weather, everything seems blocked and muffled in a funny way. But the river is so wild—it’s another world altogether.’
To begin with, she viewed the foreshore purely as a place of escape, yet, over time, developed an interest in the treasures it harboured. The Thames has been described as England’s longest archaeological site and all manner of objects can be found on its banks at low tide, from prehistoric fossils to modern religious offerings. As London has been populated by humans for millennia, all manner of rare items are lurking in the mud—Roman pottery, gold coins, even human remains, have been thrown, dropped or washed into the Thames.
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