London’s Secret Waterways: The Lost River Effra

The River Effra is one of London’s great lost waterways. Rising near Crystal Palace, its course flows through Norwood, Dulwich, Herne Hill, Brixton and Kennington, before finally emptying into the Thames beside Vauxhall Bridge. Since Victorian times this ancient river has been lost from sight however, flowing through subterranean passages and drains deep beneath the city streets.

I took a trip down to London Below, in order to walk the course of this long-forgotten Thames tributary.

 

London's Secret Waterways: The Lost River Effra

 

The River Effra

The Effra is referred to frequently in historical texts. In Thames: Sacred River, Peter Ackroyd writes that the River Effra took it name from the Celtic word ‘yfrid,’ meaning ‘torrent’. One myth tells that Queen Elizabeth I sailed the River Effra in her royal barge, to visit Sir Walter Raleigh at his Brixton home.

London's Secret Waterways: The Lost River EffraBy the late seventeenth century however, the Effra (like most of London’s waterways) had begun to deteriorate into an open sewer.

In the mid-nineteenth century, the famed civil engineer Sir Joseph Bazalgette redirected some segments of the River Effra to form the Southern High Level Sewer, also known as the Effra Sewer, as well as the Southern Low Level Sewer which in turn feeds into the Southern Outfall Sewer. One of the more notable stretches lays beneath Effra Road in Brixton, supposedly accessible through the crypts of St. Luke’s Church at West Norwood.

A local legend from Victorian times describes a coffin which appeared floating down the River Effra. The corresponding grave at West Norwood Cemetery was found to be untouched however, and so it was concluded that the casket had subsided into a section of the subterranean river below.

My guide on this voyage into the dank bowels of London, was local explorer Keïteï. She was no stranger to the subterranean network of drains and sewers which fan out beneath the streets of the capital, and was keen to revisit the Effra; so often overlooked, in favour of its larger cousin the River Fleet.

We met near Clapham, following a series of residential streets until we reached our entry point: an unexceptional manhole cover set into a stretch of suburban pavement. It was daylight still, and a steady stream of commuters were drifting past us from the tube.

London's Secret Waterways: The Lost River EffraWe would have to time it perfectly.

We opted for a policy of speed rather than subterfuge; all being well, we decided that it should take us no longer than 20 seconds to lift the lid, reach the ladder inside and close the drain behind us. Anyone who spotted us would have to act fast if they were going to stop us…

Because once inside, it seemed unlikely that anyone in their right mind would follow us down.

Loitering on a street corner until a gap appeared in the flow of disinterested passers-by, we made a decisive dash toward the drain cover, lifting it without difficultly, and, alive with adrenaline, I followed Keïteï down the rusted ladder and into the stale darkness below.

 

To London Below

The first access ladder was relatively short, but just a few feet away from its base the real descent began – a long shaft falling away to the river itself, the ladder disappearing into darkness.

 
London's Secret Waterways: The Lost River Effra

 

On finally reaching the water, the word ‘river’ seemed like something of a misnomer.* Instead, we found a trail of black slime smeared along the belly of a grey concrete tube. Several rats looked up in surprise at our arrival – their dull, beady eyes throwing back the torchlight – before turning tail to disappear into the hidden depths.

[*A comment that I later received on this article would suggest that this was not in fact the River Effra proper – but rather the South West Storm Relief, built in the early 20th Century to relieve the Effra before spilling into the Thames at Battersea.]

London's Secret Waterways: The Lost River EffraThe tunnel angled downwards as it flowed past us, right to left, in the direction of the Thames. Here the murky liquid grew deeper, black with corruption and as still as a corpse. A loud belch echoed about us from somewhere downstream; the ‘Gurgle Pit’, as some explorers know it.

We turned right, away from the miasma, and waded upstream. The still water was thick with sediment, a black sludge flecked with traces of white and grey which looked suspiciously like fat deposits. Strange tufts of mould would occasionally drift past out feet, sprouting from tiny rafts of unnamable, buoyant matter.

At regular intervals, chains had been hung across the waterway to catch floating debris. Now these were thick with rags, snatches of clothing, hair and ribbons, which had built up over the years. I found a beaded necklace suspended from one of the furry chains, twisted into a rope of discoloured fabric.

In Victorian London, there were people who made a living collecting such trinkets. These brave souls would sail along London’s hidden rivers on punts or barges, fishing for scrap metal or jewellery which had accidentally made its way into the city’s drains.

From time to time, red brick passages led off to either side. Many were fitted with ladders back to the surface, to emerge through unmarked drain lids trodden each day by countless unsuspecting pedestrians. In one alcove a rule had been placed to measure depth – an indication that the flow was not always so feeble as it now appeared, at the height of a rare English drought. Another siding led to a vast sluice gate, designed the control the flow of other drains joining the subterranean river.

 
London's Secret Waterways: The Lost River Effra

 

Soon our surroundings changed. Reaching a junction between streams, the grey tunnel gave way to elaborate brickwork. Vaulted red passages formed an ornate intersection, the carefully laid bricks throwing back our torchlight in shades of red and orange, accentuated with subtler blue-green hues. Some urban explorers refer to Effra as the ‘Rubix Drain’ – most likely a comparison between the multichromatic brickwork of the Southern Outfall Sewer and a Rubik’s Cube.

It was strange to observe just how much thought the Victorians had put into the design of their subterranean canals – spaces never intended for human traffic – and yet it seemed a fine example of the mentality of the day: function never without care for form, grand gestures made simply because they could.

 

 

We lit candles, the simple ritual exciting a ruddy glow from the surrounding walls. Just then a drain further upstream must have flooded a gate, and a new lease of life bubbled through the tunnels ahead. Here was the torrent at last, a playful stream rising fast around our boots. Writing about the sacred forces of the River Effra, Ackroyd claims, “its powers have departed”. Although the river’s strength may be diminished however, the vaulted red tomb which Bazalgette built for her – itself a wonder of civil engineering – holds a tangible power all its own.

After several hours exploring the drain, we emerged through the same hatch. Coming out is sometimes riskier than going in – you never know who’s going to be about. On this occasion the street was empty however, as we rolled from the top of the ladder onto the pavement, leaving trails of clay-like muck spread across the tarmac. On the far side of the street, now dimmed by twilight, a lone cyclist stood playing with his helmet; awkwardly adjusting straps, checking his tyres, inspecting his phone; anything but acknowledge the two strange figures which had just crawled giggling out of a sewer.

I threw him a cheery smile, as we vanished into the night.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  1. Sorry to discredit the article, but this appears to be the South West Storm Relief built in the early 20th Century. It doesn’t follow the path of the River Effra, it does act as a Storm Relief for it, relieving the upper branches of the Effra in Norwood. And at the mid-point in Brockley, where it picks up storm flow on the Effra Rd. It goes on to relieve other sewers before outfalling at Battersea.

    • Not at all, I always welcome new information! As I was given a tour of the place by a friend, I always took it for granted that this was the Effra as I had been informed. I also had this confirmed by a few others, who had visited for themselves and believed this to be the Effra proper.

      Can you recommend a good resource for more information on the true route of the Effra? I’d love to do some more digging on this subject – and perhaps this calls for another expedition, in search of the actual river itself.

      • London’s lost rivers by Paul Talling (Random House, 2011) is the one.
        I’ve just seen a couple of people disappearing down a manhole in Dulwich Road, near a couple of the fine stink pipes that allow any pong to disperse. I always like the thought of a sewer that made its way unerringly to the MI6 building.

      • Can u tell me where the man hole was i wanna go check it out myself! Thanks

        • I’m afraid I don’t have that information, Val – I was shown the way in by a friend, and it’s through one of about a hundred near-identical manhole covers in that area. Sorry.

  2. Shit that was awesome, I live near Clapham and had no idea that existed

    • I know, right? And just think, this is one of a dozen or so subterranean rivers beneath London. With a city that old, there’s always so much more than first meets the eye.

  3. Nice write up~
    Glad you enjoyed the venture down 🙂

    • Thanks, I was lucky enough to have a superb guide. 🙂

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