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Steve Brooker, Thames Mudlark

September 9, 2019
by the gentle author

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In London, the Thames has always been the natural receptacle for concealing and disposing things, creating a miry hoard of secrets, all just waiting for Steve Brooker, the mudlark, to come along and snaffle them up. Over the last twenty-five years while he has been searching, the mud has been eroded by wash from the Thames Clippers, exposing an unprecedented level of finds that compel Steve to come mudlarking several times each week at low tide and be the first to see what has been newly revealed.

Steve is widely known as the Mud God – which seemed a little far fetched to me – until I saw him striding towards me eagerly in his chest-high bespattered waders, clutching his yellow plastic bucket and trowel. Over six feet tall with a grizzled beard and intense, glittering eyes, he was as excited to get down onto the beach as a child on the first day of the Summer holiday. Only someone with Steve’s natural authority can carry off such unmediated enthusiasm naturally. He is a man who is confident of his place in the world, and that place is the foreshore of the Thames.

We came down the slipway as the tide fell towards its lowest ebb. The day was mild yet occluded, and my heart lifted as I was released from city streets into a vast open space, the domain of water and sky. The territory of the Mud God. He understands the idiosyncrasies of the tide, and the nuances of the mud banks and the river bed. As well as coins and buttons, he finds Roman shoes, Medieval pins, eighteenth century witches’ bottles, nineteenth century lovers’ tokens, twentieth century voodoo dolls, live bombs and new guns – and sometimes he find human bodies too. He knows where to look and he does not need a metal detector because he has sharp eyes.

When Helen Mirren lost her ring throwing her grass clippings over the river wall from her Wapping garden, it was Steve who found it for her in the river. When villains throw handguns and sawn-off shot guns into the river at Woolwich to lose them forever, it is Steve who collects them and hands them to the police – he found fifteen recently.

Mudlarks tend to work in pairs for safety’s sake on this hazardous river and I had the privilege to be Steve’s partner in slime for a day. And I was happy to be in his company because Steve is a member of the Society of Thames Mudlarks, has a licence from the Port of London Authority and has the necessary experience to judge the treacherous movement of the tide against the access points to the shore.

On the beach, Steve used his trowel to indicate where the mud had been washed away revealing a fresh bed of stones beneath, suggesting the type of location worthy of searching. Scraping away the top layer, he scanned for objects and passed me a Medieval pin – a sign that other personal or domestic artifacts might be present. Thus the pattern was established of walking, scanning and pausing to scrape at promising sites. We continued until Silvertown where thousands of bullets mysteriously litter the foreshore, an unexplained military dump from World War II. All around the Isle of Dogs, we walked upon a shore littered with the metalwork of the ship building industry that was once here. Lying redundant, we saw eighteenth century iron splitters used for breaking up tree trunks into planks, to build ships sunk long ago.

At low tide, we reached Mast Point where Steve finds whole clay pipes. Pipes that once fell from a stevedore’s hand and sunk into the mud without breaking. Here I saw impacted layers of eighteenth and nineteenth century river bed, now exposed by erosion, with tantalising fragments of white pipe protruding. We squatted down to peer at the tiny bowl of a pipe, washed from the mud by the waves that very day and exposed from the mud for the first time. In the shape of a lady with a wide skirt that formed the bowl of the pipe, it was a tiny sculpture with a presence all its own, and we were the first to touch it since whoever dropped it two hundred years ago. Steve’s eyes popped because he never saw one like it before. Moments like this are what keep bringing Steve back, because he knows will always find something, yet he never knows what it will be.

We walked miles along the water’s edge in the centre of London and the only others we met were two friends of Steve’s, also searching the shore. I forgot entirely about the city on the river bank above us, because I was down in the river bed in the land of the mudlarks. All of the history of London was present with us, you just had to look, and it was a magical place to be.

Take a look at www.thamesandfield.com where you can see more than thirteen thousand pictures of Steve Brooker’s incredible finds that have earned him his reputation as the Mud God.

The detritus of the former shipyards lines the shore

Thousands of bullets lie in the mud at Silvertown

The lady as we found her face down in the Thames mud

The lady recovered after two hundred years

Our haul, a tudor brick, decimal coins, bullets, marbles, a spur, an eighteenth century fork, a cabinet handle, clay pipes, a shell dated 1942, a fragment of a Bellemine jug, a broken seventeenth century buckle and a horse’s tooth

Steve Brooker, the Mud God

Mudlarking on the Thames, with remnant of a mesolithic forest in the foreground

You may like to take a look at

Mud God’s Discoveries 1

Mud God’s Discoveries 2

Mud God’s Discoveries 3

8 Responses leave one →
  1. Janet permalink
    September 9, 2019

    I really enjoyed this article.
    I must say though that I’ve enjoyed everything you have published so far.

  2. VANDA HUMAN permalink
    September 9, 2019

    I would so love to join the mudlarks just to see if i could find anything of interest and to enjoy the peace and calmness.

  3. September 9, 2019

    I had no idea mudlarks existed , that they had a Society, it is absolutely incredible. Very good article. Love it. Thank you.

  4. Linda Granfield permalink
    September 9, 2019

    I’ve never forgotten this story.
    And I still wish I could walk the banks with a mudlark.

    I wonder if people dig like this along other UK rivers alongside which the Romans lived?

    What treasures! Thanks for selecting this story for us to see again.

  5. September 9, 2019

    This is a perfect example of something I discovered, via Spitalfields Life. I had NEVER heard the term “mudlarking” — but as an artist who appreciates
    “found objects” this whole topic totally rocked my world. I found a fantastic book, “London in Fragments” by Ted Sandling, and greatly appreciate the extra TLC involved in this book. The cover opens up to reveal a mudlarking map, the book is full of photos of the author’s treasures as well as stories about “the ones that got away”. I so enjoy this author’s writing style — a casual “let’s meet for coffee and I’ll tell you what I’m up to” breeziness, conveying his love of this unique and
    fascinating endeavor. I was thrilled to see the reprise of this blog-post, and discover even more about mud-larking with these atmospheric photos. All hail, the Gods of Mud!

  6. Elizabeth Olson permalink
    September 9, 2019

    Mudlarking On The Thames – what a novel tourist jaunt together with a ‘catch and release’ program so that finds are not removed from London. I would love to go mudlarking providing there are shower facilities at the end!

  7. Pamela Traves permalink
    September 10, 2019

    I would Love to through the river base with Steve Brooker. It is amazing what he finds!!😊😘👌💟🌺🌼🌹💝🎠

  8. Jill Wilson permalink
    September 11, 2019

    I have recently read the new book MUDLARKING by Lara Maiklem which is very interesting and enjoyable, and shows how addictive the mudlarking habit can become. It also paints a very good picture of the different regions of the Thames, and what you are most likely to find there, and the possible back stories of the found objects.

    However I was disappointed that there were no photos of her finds, or of the river landscapes
    (I would love to know what the remains of the petrified forest at Erith looks like for example)

    And so I was pleased to see that you have included photos with this blog. The detritus one is particularly intriguing… it makes one itch to get down to the shore with the Mud God and start digging!

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