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When all Mortlake turned out for the Boat Race

The towpath at Mortlake once heaved on Boat Race day. Families claimed their spots hours early. Children sat on shoulders. Flasks of tea passed hand to hand. The crowd stood five deep along the wall, craning for that first glimpse of oars cutting upstream.

The finish line brought a roar you could hear streets back. Strangers clapped each other on the back. The pubs filled within minutes. It felt like the whole neighbourhood had turned out together.

These days, the crowds are thinner. You can stroll along the towpath and find a view without much jostling. The atmosphere is quieter, more dispersed. Screens and smartphones mean fewer people need to be there in person to feel part of it.

But those who do come still claim the same spots their parents stood on. The tradition holds, even if the numbers have changed. The race still pulls Mortlake briefly into the spotlight each spring.

The river doesn’t notice the difference.

Do you remember the crowds from years past? Share your memories below.

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When George Street had room to breathe

Stand at the top of George Street in Richmond and you’re looking at tarmac. Rows of parked cars. A multi-storey. Nothing remarkable. Wind back a century and you’d be standing in a wide, open thoroughfare. No white lines. No ticket machines. Just cobbles, carts, and the occasional motor car still a novelty worth stopping to […]

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The places we keep coming back to

There’s a horse chestnut on Vineyard Passage that drops conkers every autumn. You might have climbed it once, or your children might climb it now. Either way, it’s still there. Richmond and its neighbourhoods hold these quiet anchors. The low wall outside the post office where you sat with a friend. The gap in the […]

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When the May Fair came to Richmond Green

Richmond Green once hosted a proper May Fair every spring. Stalls lined the edges. Coconut shies, sweet vendors, and a small carousel that squeaked as it turned. Children ran between the canvas tents while their parents queued for tea. The fair arrived the same week each year, usually when the hawthorn was in bloom. By […]

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The lights that never quite left

George Street dressed itself in strings of white bulbs last week, the kind that flicker just enough to feel generous without trying too hard. The switch-on happened on a Thursday evening, which meant you either caught it on your way home or you didn’t. Richmond’s Christmas lights have never been the sort that make headlines. […]

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The day Richmond Park went to the people

On a drizzly Saturday in October 1987, more than 20,000 residents walked through the gates of Richmond Park. They were not there to admire the deer or walk the Pen Ponds. They were there to stop a motorway. The park had been earmarked for a six-lane highway cutting from Kingston to Petersham. Plans showed slip […]

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