A fascinating mudlarking discovery of a military pocket watch, exploring its details, historical context, and why it’s an ...

On a busy early morning in London, tourists snapped pictures of the sunrise from London Bridge as commuters dodged around them, the hustle and bustle of a city going about its day. But though I stood ...

Twice a day, the River Thames flows out towards the North Sea exposing miles of briny clay banks. During these windows of low tide, one of Britain’s largest archaeological site emerges and Londoners ...

A fascinating look at discovering a bottle while mudlarking in Scotland, exploring its history, unique features, and the ...

After three years in the literal middle of Chesapeake Bay, doing outdoor education from Smith Island for the Chesapeake Bay Foundation during the late 1980s, I decided that if forced to sum up the ...

Every year thousands of Brits go mudlarking in the River Thames with the hope of finding hidden treasures dredged up from centuries gone by. However budding mudlarkers have had their dreams put on ...

Add articles to your saved list and come back to them any time. It is hot and airless on the 7.42 from Greenwich to Cannon Street. I am squeezed between strangers, straining to avoid the feel of ...

I was a magpie as a child; I am a magpie now. My interest is piqued by shiny objects: In my pockets are brass buttons, pressed coins, old brooches. I am fascinated by the things people hold onto, the ...