This is not going to be a story of the one that got away, more about the gains form from tidal Thames.
For centuries the Thames has been a locker room for documenting of our history, discarded waste, accidental loss and signs of the time. The river is an artery that has supported life and cultures on its course to the sea. Settlements of Neolithic tribes, the Romans, Medieval Britain through to the Industrial Age and beyond, fragments of lives and the way we live litter the river bed. With each tide and moon phase fragments of our possessions are exposed.
Over the last five years this river has given me an insight into lives an cultures that inhabited the land on both sides of the river, Neolithic flint tools, Roman glass and clay pots, Medieval tiles, Victorian ceramics, war torn Britain, and now the plastic age.
One story that I told today at a local event to celebrate the Birthday of a friend was the unexpected find of part of an art installation poured into the tidal Thames, this being 5,000 individually numbers ceramic eggs of various sizes. When I found the first three eggs to say the hunt for more became obsessive would sum up the unfolding events well, on each low tide I would hunt for more and on the occasional high tide I would scoop up the odd one with an extendable landing net. We are soon approaching the anniversary of this event as it took place just after Easter Sunday some years ago.
Today was about getting a few friends together and take them to the foreshore to understand a little more about the river and what lay beneath it.