Status Updates From A Mudlarking Year: Finding ...

Low mists like this reveal a hidden London. They settle along the lines of vanished watercourses and lost rivers and fall into dips and hollows that have been covered by houses and roads for centuries. The mist finds a vanished geography and outlines it.

The moon and the river are intrinsically linked, and I know that whatever else happens in my life, the moon will keep rising and the tides will keep turning; they are my constant, my grounding and my comfort.

I'm a time traveller and a tide traveller, addicted to chasing lost and discarded stories of forgotten Londoners from the mud...