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Jill Mead

A year on the River Thames, part one – in pictures

Sunset at Southend
‘I had no idea that Southend was such a wonderful place to watch the sunset.’ Photograph: Jill Mead/The Guardian

After my initial elation on receiving an email from work suggesting a year-long project photographing the River Thames, from its source to the sea, I wondered whether I was given this project to lift my spirits. It had been a tough eight months: tragic sibling loss, parental loss, ​precarious finances, family illness.

But something only two minutes from my door seemed to help: the River Thames. I’ve always headed to the river: on it, in it, across it, cycling next to it. It’s always been where I liked to wander.

To be able to immerse myself in a place I feel so connected with was truly quite incredible. Seventeen years ago, as a new mother, I would breastfeed while watching the changing dawn light on Tower Bridge from my home.

Sunrise over Tower Bridge
Dawn of the spring equinox at Tower Bridge, London Photograph: Jill Mead/The Guardian
  • Dawn of the spring equinox at Tower Bridge, London.

Before a courtroom across the road was converted into a hotel, I could easily see when the bascules were raised. I like it so much that if I ever see anyone on the riverbank not paying attention to a Tower Bridge lift, I interrupt them and tell them to look at what I call the eighth wonder of the world.

When my son, Ned, was nine years old, he wrote a letter to the bridge-master, telling them all about living near Tower Bridge and, as a result, he was invited to raise it. Some pressure for a nine-year-old, especially when his form teacher wanted to be there to watch. Ned’s certificate still hangs on our kitchen wall.

Shadows of boat passengers on Tower Pier
Shadows of boat passengers embarking and disembarking on Tower Pier Photograph: Jill Mead/The Guardian
  • Shadows of boat passengers embarking and disembarking on Tower Pier.

I used to live even closer to the river in 1993, above a chip shop on Tooley Street, now the HQ of the Body Shop. My flatmate Jo and I had to pull the exterior metal shutters up if we came home after the chippy had closed. But my bedroom had an uninterrupted view across the river to the Tower.

Our backyard was the entire area of what is now More London, a development on the south bank. The view now would be the metal facade of the back of the law firm Norton Rose.

During marathon training, heading east along the river meant committing to a long-haul run that used to take me through the Greenwich foot tunnel, which I used to call the “Mr Mamood tunnel”. A previous tunnel lift attendant, when asked if he allowed cyclists in the lift, replied: “It depends on … ma mood.”

When I’m ​away from the river, I miss it and love crossing Tower Bridge knowing I’m nearly home.

As well as the space and my favourite time of slack water, it’s the human encounters that make the river what it is. Mudlarking friends, people on benches, seven-year-old sea scouts in sandwich boards, brothers chilling on pillboxes, waitresses in the cafes along the bank.

The Key family in a cafe
The Key family celebrating their grandmother’s 90th birthday at the cafe at the end of Southend pier. I can’t wait to take her portrait again. What a fascinating lady and life. Photograph: Jill Mead/The Guardian
  • The Key family celebrating their grandmother’s 90th birthday in the cafe at the end of Southend pier. I can’t wait to take her portrait again. What a fascinating lady and life.

Dan and Colm
Brothers Dan and Colm chilling on Stone Ness pillbox near Purfleet. I loved our chat about photography. They are both avid photographers. Photograph: Jill Mead/The Guardian
  • Brothers, Dan and Colm chilling on Stone Ness pillbox near Purfleet. I loved our chat about photography. They are both avid photographers. Dan is doing a project on Colm, seven years younger.

Pool players seen through window
The serious business of pool playing in the Hope pub on Marine Parade in Southend. Photograph: Jill Mead/The Guardian
  • The serious business of pool playing in the Hope public house on Marine Parade in Southend.

The 90-year-olds enjoying a birthday, all nighters who don’t mind me joining them to watch the sunrise at spring equinox, the last family to leave the beach in Southend and my kayaking friends – who I will never fail to holler across to if I see them on the river.

Three young people
Three ‘all-nighters’ who were happy to let me join them watching the dawn of the spring equinox at More London, near Tower Bridge. Photograph: Jill Mead/The Guardian
  • Three ‘all nighters’ who were happy to let me join them watching the dawn of the Spring equinox at More London, near Tower Bridge.

Harry, the boss​ ​of the London Kayak company, ​tells his clients: “She’s a harmless mad woman who we see regularly​.” Maybe he’s not far wrong. ​

I recently took my bike to Goring-on-Thames to start exploring upriver. It’s posh up there.

Mandy working on boat
Mandy, replacing the elastic on her boat canopy Photograph: Jill Mead/The Guardian
  • Mandy, replacing the elastic on her canopy – just before she issued an invite for a beer on board her Freeman boat.

Mandy and her new elastic
Mandy and her new elastic Photograph: Jill Mead/The Guardian
A beer on board
A beer on board Photograph: Jill Mead/The Guardian
Low bridge seen from beneath
A magnificent bridge designed by Isambard Kingdom Brunel. Photograph: Jill Mead/The Guardian
  • A magnificent bridge designed by Isambard Kingdom Brunel.

I confess I was expecting toffs, picnics of Pimm’s and far too consciously considered cutlery. So what an absolute joy it was to meet down-to-earth Mandy, replacing the elastic on the boat window side panel, and within moments be invited, with my bike, onboard their Freeman boat for a beer and a short excursion to a magnificent bridge designed by Isambard Kingdom Brunel.

Oli and Ashlyn with picnic
Oli and Ashlyn chilling with a picnic next to the river at Goring. Photograph: Jill Mead/The Guardian
  • Oli and Ashlyn chilling with a picnic next to the river at Goring.

Barge named Payback
A beautiful barge in Goring lock. Payback for what? I wondered. Photograph: Jill Mead/The Guardian
Murphy the dog, wet
Murphy, patiently waiting for yet another stick to be thrown into the Thames near Goring. Photograph: Jill Mead/The Guardian
  • A beautiful barge in Goring lock. Payback for what? I wondered; and Murphy, patiently waiting for yet another stick to be thrown into the Thames near Goring.

And Whitchurch Bridge toll booth Debbie, who clearly adores her job despite the grief she gets from drivers at the 60p charge per crossing.

Debbie at the toll booth
Debbie has worked in the booth on Whitchurch toll bridge for 3 years. She absolutely loves her job but said drivers do moan about the 60p charge. Photograph: Jill Mead/The Guardian
  • Debbie has worked in the booth on Whitchurch toll bridge for three years. She absolutely loves her job but says drivers moan about the 60p charge.

Off-roading, I tried to keep pace with a large cruiser, which was pulsing with the sounds of music, drinking and mayhem. I caught up with it when it became grounded beside a meadow near Pangbourne. The Watson family from Sheffield were on their long-awaited annual Easter weekend river trip. I asked one of the lads if he enjoyed the weekend. “It’s the highlight of my year,” he said. I could see why, but I was so worried about them, I sent “Pirate Capt” Rob a message the next day: “I hope you are all still dry and alive.”

Freeing grounded boat
With almost all hands on deck, the Watson family from Sheffield, on their annual holiday, manage to free their grounded boat near Purley-on-Thames. Photograph: Jill Mead/The Guardian
  • With almost all hands on deck, the Watson family from Sheffield, on their annual holiday, managed to free their grounded boat near Purley-on-Thames.

“I’m glad our under-control shambolic scenario brought a smile to your day,” Rob replied. Messing about in boats never rang so true.

Following up a kind recommendation, I pushed my bike up the steep incline to the top of Hartslock nature reserve. There were a few indignant glares from some hikers as my phone starting ringing. It was my dad. After his stroke in December, Dad’s struggling to find words, but he had mastered the 21st-century technology of FaceTiming – and calls had become a daily occurrence. I was worried the incredible view might upset him – he used to be a regular walker – but I took the risk and showed him what I was seeing. “That’s a high elevation,” he said. I was gobsmacked. Spontaneous comments may be less tricky than considered prose.

Hartslock
Hartslock provides beautiful views over the Thames and Gatehampton Railway Bridge. It’s well worth the steep climb to the top. Tough if pushing a bike! Photograph: Jill Mead/The Guardian
  • Hartslock provides beautiful views over the Thames and Gatehampton Railway Bridge. It’s well worth the steep climb to the top. Tough if pushing a bike!

I’m now sitting writing this next to my dad, who is poorly and back in James Cook hospital with pneumonia. I’ve just recounted the recent FaceTime journey we took together last month from Teddington to Kew, with me cycling along the towpath as I held out my phone so Dad could watch the Thames in its glorious twilight hour. I can see it meant as much to him as it meant to me. Thank you, Father Thames.

Grays Beach riverside park
A stone’s throw from the Thames at Thurrock, Grays Beach riverside park. Photograph: Jill Mead/The Guardian
  • A stone’s throw from the River Thames at Thurrock: Grays Beach riverside park

Shot of river from roof of pub
The Waterman’s Arms pub in Barnes kindly allowed me to clamber on their roof on the day of the Oxford and Cambridge boat race. Photograph: Jill Mead/The Guardian
  • The Waterman’s Arms pub in Barnes kindly allowed me to clamber on their roof on the day of the Oxford and Cambridge boat race.

Boat Race Day

I’ve never watched the Boat Race in real life, so I breathed a sigh of relief when, on the day, I spotted my brilliant colleague Tom Jenkins working there. So I relaxed, safe in the knowledge that he’d file phenomenal photos of the crucial moments. I ended up in the attic of the Waterman’s Arms trying to catch something decent of the final stretch.

Oxford University rowers
Last minute-training for the Oxford University Blues. Photograph: Jill Mead/The Guardian
  • Last minute-training for the Oxford University Blues before the boat race.

Rowers boarding boat
All aboard! Photograph: Jill Mead/The Guardian
Cameras
Intimidating long lenses at the Oxford and Cambridge Boat Race. I left all the serious photography to the experts. Photograph: Jill Mead/The Guardian
Oxford University rowers carry boat
The boat of the Oxford University women’s crew. Photograph: Jill Mead/The Guardian

Thank goodness I also hung around the Putney club houses – like a sort of “rowing groupie” – for a couple of days before the race. On my first day, I was standing at 7.30am on a jetty as I watched a boat leave the shore with a sinking feeling that I was supposed to be on it.

Claire Balding and BBC OB team
Claire Balding preparing to present coverage of the 157th Boat Race. Photograph: Jill Mead/The Guardian
Parents in boat
Jack Tottem’s parents watching rowing practice on the river. Jack coxed Oxford in the 2022 year’s Boat Race. Photograph: Jill Mead/The Guardian

I’d like to say a special thank-you to the lovely parents of Oxford cox Jack Tottem, who I eventually had the good fortune to share a boat with and who very kindly helped to caption my photos.

Bertie Winter raising money
This fine young sea scout is seven-year-old Bertie Winter, helping to raise funds for a roof replacement on the fifth Putney sea scout hut after it was severely damaged by Storm Eunice. Photograph: Jill Mead/The Guardian
Whiskered gentleman in longcoat and boater
Ricky Newman in his magnificent outfit and boater Photograph: Jill Mead/The Guardian
Family seated on grass
I met this family on Boat Race day. For the last 20 years they have always cheered at the milepost. It’s an important family tradition for them, standing in rain, hail or sunshine. The grandfather has been watching the race since 1970, the year he met his wife. Photograph: Jill Mead/The Guardian
  • I met this family on Boat Race day. For the last 20 years they have always cheered at the milepost. It’s an important family tradition for them, standing in rain, hail or sunshine. The grandfather has been watching the Boat Race since 1970, the year he met his wife.

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