The Net Menders' Daughters

The Net Menders' Daughters

The braiding lofts employed hundreds of women. Their granddaughters are reclaiming the craft — as art, as archive, as ar...

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A workboat lying alongside at dusk with the wheelhouse still burning. CR
Wheelhouse Light
Alasdair Kinloch / Bait Loft
The bow of a working boat, chain through both rings, paint down to the metal. CR
Bow Chain
Alasdair Kinloch / Bait Loft
The covered deck of the pier in a north-easterly, one bench and a long grey sea. CR
Under the Canopy
Alasdair Kinloch / Bait Loft
The old fish-sales books left stacked on the table in a building nobody has heated since.
Abandoned Ledgers
Alasdair Kinloch / Bait Loft
The end of the breakwater marked off with what came to hand. CR
Two Cones, Breakwater End
Alasdair Kinloch / Bait Loft
Pallets, bales and a control panel — the back of the trade, lit by one strip light. CR
The Store Door
Alasdair Kinloch / Bait Loft
Two boats stood off the quay, the crews aboard and the town lined up along the wall for them. CR
The Fleet Blessing
Alasdair Kinloch / Bait Loft
A bollard grown over with lichen, still taking the weight of the fleet. CR
Bollard and Chain
Merrick Ord / Landing Hour
The street emptying as the final edition is put to bed for the night.
Last Light on Fleet Street
Arthur Penhale / The Fleet Street Archive
The last vans racing folded papers to catch the newspaper trains north. CR
Midnight Run to the Trains
Arthur Penhale / The Fleet Street Archive
Chimney-pots and dormers of the printing houses under a bruised sky. CR
Rooftops of the Quarter
Arthur Penhale / The Fleet Street Archive
The green shelter where cab-drivers warmed themselves between fares. CR
Cabman's Shelter
Arthur Penhale / The Fleet Street Archive
Crowds three-deep reading the results pinned to the office windows.
The News Wall
Arthur Penhale / The Fleet Street Archive
Board-men advertising the day's headlines to a hurrying pavement. CR
Sandwich Men on Fleet Street
Arthur Penhale / The Fleet Street Archive
A single lit window above the street, the late desk still holding the front page open. CR
The Late Edition
Arthur Penhale / The Fleet Street Archive
River fog rolling up Bride Lane as the last edition thunders through. CR
Fog over the Presses
Arthur Penhale / The Fleet Street Archive
Notebooks, cold tea and cigarette smoke around the reporters' table at midnight.
Reporters' Table
Arthur Penhale / The Fleet Street Archive
The forme locked up on the stone, ready to go down to the machines. CR
The Composing Stone
Arthur Penhale / The Fleet Street Archive
Motor vans lining up in the yard for the night distribution run. CR
Delivery Vans at Dusk
Arthur Penhale / The Fleet Street Archive
The lamplighter making his round as the printers change shift. CR
Lamplighter on Shoe Lane
Arthur Penhale / The Fleet Street Archive
Sub-editors under a single green-shaded lamp, blue pencils moving fast.
The Copy Desk
Arthur Penhale / The Fleet Street Archive
Homebound crowds and cab-lamps streaming east as the evening edition drops. CR
Evening Rush, The Strand
Arthur Penhale / The Fleet Street Archive
The city dragon marking the boundary where Fleet Street becomes the Strand. CR
Under the Griffin, Temple Bar
Arthur Penhale / The Fleet Street Archive
Uniformed telegraph boys waiting to run copy between office and exchange. CR
Telegraph Boys
Arthur Penhale / The Fleet Street Archive
Editors and printers gathered at the kerb as the late news comes down the wire.
Press Gang at the Kerb
Arthur Penhale / The Fleet Street Archive
A dray loaded high with folded broadsheets bound for the mainline stations. CR
Broadsheets by Cartload
Arthur Penhale / The Fleet Street Archive
The old tavern doorway where reporters filed their copy over porter and pie. CR
The Cheshire Cheese
Arthur Penhale / The Fleet Street Archive
The wedding-cake spire of the printers' church half-lost in a November fret. CR
St Bride's Through the Fog
Arthur Penhale / The Fleet Street Archive
Rain-slick cobbles reflecting the lamps of the printing lanes off Fleet Street.
Wet Cobbles, Whitefriars
Arthur Penhale / The Fleet Street Archive
Hands setting type from memory, column by column, against the clock. CR
Compositors at Work
Arthur Penhale / The Fleet Street Archive
Rotary presses at full cry, the floor trembling beneath the pressmen. CR
The Print Room
Arthur Penhale / The Fleet Street Archive
The composing room by gaslight, every surface dark with a century of ink. CR
Ink and Gaslight
Arthur Penhale / The Fleet Street Archive
Boys shouldering the day's papers before the city has finished its breakfast.
Newsboys, Bouverie Street
Arthur Penhale / The Fleet Street Archive
A hansom cab waits in the wet as St Paul's looms through the smoke. CR
Hansom at Ludgate Circus
Arthur Penhale / The Fleet Street Archive
Bundles of the first edition stacked at the kerb, ink still warm from the machines. CR
The Morning Editions
Arthur Penhale / The Fleet Street Archive
First light over the newspaper quarter, the presses already an hour into the morning run. CR
Dawn on Fleet Street
Arthur Penhale / The Fleet Street Archive

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