Potential Mutant Boy Cameos

This year I visited:

The Royal Bell
11 Elstree Hill
The Bottle Factory
Thames Distillers (at the Bottle Factory)
London Coffee Factory (at the Bottle Factory)
St Michael Cornhill
Mansion House
Maughan Library at King’s College London

Internet Infrastructure of London walking tour
Hermitage Community Moorings (with sea shanties being sung)
Sailing Barge Will (at Hermitage Community Moorings)
Kinetic sculptures at Trinity Buoy Wharf
SS Robin at Trinity Buoy Wharf

Western Riverside Waste Authority

The tide was quite up, but I was just passing on my way to a playground that made sounds, so I headed to the foreshore anyway.

A dog ran past me to the gate and the owner apologised. I then saw the dog enjoying a swim in the river.

"Are you mudlarking?" a man asked from the top of the steps.

"I am!" I told him.

He told me he’d found a purple rock and held it up, but I couldn't see it very well.

The Pile had gone. Previously at Blackfriars, piled up in one corner were stones and sherds and glass and bones, and everything else. You could stand there on the pile of bones as everyone rushed by to get their trains. But now instead there was just sand.

It was nice to stand by the lapping waves of the Thames again.

I didn't find any purple rocks, but I picked up another flint (which I then cracked by pouring boiling water on it - I do need to find better methods of cleaning things!), a brown and white sherd, one of the collection of square black tiles, and a few pieces of glass.



(You need a permit to search or mudlark on the Thames foreshore.)

I went to a mudlarking exhibition in the Guildhall Amphitheatre last week and then to a mudlarking artists panel. I spoke to a few of the mudlarks at the exhibition, who told me to keep on looking and where to look for garnets. I was also inspired by the artists, both on the panel and in the audience.

After that, I was eager to get back on the foreshore, but due to being busy last weekend and then the tube strike, I hadn't been to the foreshore for a week. I felt certain I'd find something amazing after seeing all the finds on the tables at the Guildhall though.

I headed to Custom House and down to the foreshore, and the tide had started to come in. A person from New Zealand asked me what I’d found. She told me how she had been mudlarking previously and even took some pipes back to New Zealand, but then after that, she read a book on mudlarking and learnt you need a permit to mudlark.

I did not find a lot that day, but I did find a nice chunk of flint, some pretty pottery sherds, a shiny piece of glass, and a tessera.



(You need a permit to search or mudlark on the Thames foreshore.)