Three teenage boys bait their lines in the calm of the River Wandle, one of London's lost rivers that still meanders through inner-city London on its course from Carshalton Pond to the Thames. The three lads are reflected in the ripples of this once-polluted water which was once flushed with the toxins of industry such as tanning factories and breweries. After expensive clean-ups by local authorities, kids like these are once again able to catch trout in the way boys like them would do hundreds of years before the industrial revolutiion fouled many a water course. It is a perfect later-summer afternoon and the sun is shining on waterside reeds and grasses making this a scene of idyllic boyhood and undusturbed lazy dreams.
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