The river Fleet, the largest of London’s lost rivers, a right of passage for drainers nationwide and a show piece for southern historians. Emerging at parliament hill with its brothers and sisters ~ the Kilburn, Westbourne and Tyburn it slides its way down to Blackfriars and the mighty Thames.
Early recordings have written of its pungent aromas filling the nostrils of anyone close by, my own, bigjobs’ and fishbrain’s were no exception.
Thundering through the murky water we encountered various inlet pipes, small RCP sections, brilliantly formed splits and large tidal flaps sat beyond huge penstocks. As you reach the end, the filth pipe veers off to the left to which you stand in a much cooler section of still water, held in by timber beams. When the tide rolls in, the flaps open and the Fleet becomes tidal once more!