LUCKY is not the first word that springs to mind when confronted by a
terminally scruffy person knee-deep in that special mud that only the River
Thames deposits.
But lucky I am. For me, the mud is as delicious as chocolate and the cold
river bed better than Bali. I’m on holiday from my day job and indulging my
passion for archaeology, one of the few sciences where amateurs are
welcome.
This time we’re excavating sunken boats on the foreshore of the Thames near
the Custom House, just down from the Tower of London, under the eye of
archaeologist Iain…
