Puggy Booth

Now there’s a name to go by. A tough Georgian bare knuckle pugilist, or a renown Victorian cricketer known for stubbornly occupying his crease perhaps? Well the answer is neither and in fact the name goes to an artist of great repute. The name was not one given at birth and in fact was not… Continue reading Puggy Booth


I’m actually writing this piece on the train home from London. Today’s date has been highlighted in my diary for several weeks and the anticipation has been steadily building as the days passed, for today I have been down on the Thames foreshore “Mudlarking” A Mudlark is someone who scavenges in river mud for items of value, a term… Continue reading Mudlarking

All Washed Up

Sadly, on average around thirty corpses are fished out of the River Thames each year. However, this is a dramatically reduced number when compared to the 19th century. The amount of traffic and industry that took place on the river would have contributed to this number by accident alone, and there is evidence that people… Continue reading All Washed Up

Left High and Dry

I was recently looking through a collection of paintings by the 18th century artist Canaletto. Some of views of London took my interest, but one in particular, titled The Thames At Westminster. What grabbed my attention was the tower that dominates the skyline on the bank. Looking closely to get my bearings I could see… Continue reading Left High and Dry