I grew up in Harpenden, a small town off the M1 about half an hour north of London, with St Albans just a few miles to the south, and Luton to the north. I was back there at the weekend and took a walk along the River Lea, where I used to play as a kid. It was a place for swimming, fighting, fishing, general splashing around, and finding hidden treasure. Now and then it was a place of danger and nasty accidents – usually caused by the broken bottles on the river bed, or some unseen stretch of barbed wire.
The River Lea in Harpenden
Harpenden is only a few miles from the source in Leagrave, on the edge of Luton, so the river is only about 12 feet wide – not much more than a stream. But the walk got me thinking about its huge historical significance. I was oblivious to this as a child.
In the late ninth century the River Lea formed one part of the boundary between the Danelaw, the eastern area occupied by the Vikings, and Saxon England to the west. West of the Lea was the territory that King Alfred managed to hold, and to the east the Vikings had the run of the place. This was all codified in a treaty between Alfred and Gurthrum. So Harpenden (or the few hamlets in the area in the late ninth century) was right at the ‘national’ boundary between England and Scandinavia, between Saxon and Viking.
The Lea, with its course much altered over the centuries, runs through the Olympic Park at Stratford, and into the Thames near the Millennium Dome. You could never guess at its historical significance today, but there are a few remaining boundaries that betray its larger meaning. Part of the border between Essex and Hertfordshire, for example, follows the river’s course. And it’s interesting that when they were cutting off the Diocese of Brentwood from Westminster, the dividing line through east London is marked by the River Lea. So the ecclesiastical boundaries of the twentieth century reflect over a thousand years of territorial dispute, compromise, and eventual agreement.
Just for the record, I was born on the right side of the River Lea (Alfred’s/Westminster’s) at Tottenham Court Road, and lived on the Saxon side of the small valley that cuts through the eastern edge of Harpenden!
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I have been feeling the very strong presence of my dad even closer by lately. As a little girl my favourite times were with him fishing long peaceful slow days along the river lea, we fished for perch and roach in Chingford bordering Edmonton. On special days we used to drive to Broxbourne (rather more to do) and we used swim in the river lea, diving off the little arc’d bridge, we would sun bathe and spend our days admiring the passing house boats, we would swim up and down dreaming of one day living in the beautiful houses whose gardens backed on to the river lea. But only because right at the end of the garden was the Heaven that I knew of as a child with my dad. Nature, life, sunshine, the freedom of the moving house boat with all their colours and long slow smiling faces. And green keep-nets with a whole world of squiggling shiny brown/grey fishes with bright eyes. I used to Love and delight in setting them all free at the end of a long and perfect day.
p.s Its nice to know some history.
isn’t it sure evidence that all are connected to One.
My dad worked in Hatfield but we lived in Bedfordshire (Beeston) by the River Ouse. I remember it more for flooding than fishing or swimming!
I have never been to Hertfordshire. However this post reminds me of the importance we all place upon our origins; where we grew up made us the people we are today and gave us the (hopefully) fond memories we have of our childhood.
The River Lea has been a political boundary up to the present day. It was the dividing line between Essex and Middlesex, the outermost eastern boundary of the LCC until 1965 and the boundary between Towere Hamlets and Newham after that.