Route
In its northern course, it runs side by side with its older "twin", the Duke of Northumberland's River, both of which have historically been re-dug nearby to accommodate the development of Heathrow Airport. Most recently they were diverted as part of the Twin Rivers Diversion Scheme to allow the construction of Terminal 5. The two rivers emerge to flow along the Airport's southern perimeter, separating at 'Two Bridges' just east of Terminal 4.
The Longford River then flows south east, through Bedfont, Feltham and Hanworth, where it flows through two culverts, one under a school to the west of Hanworth Park, and another from the centre of the park to its eastern boundary. The river then forms the boundary between Hampton and Hampton Hill before crossing over the Shepperton Branch Line on an aqueduct and running through Bushy Park to Hampton Court. One outlet into the Thames is under the Water Gallery opposite the confluence of the River Mole, and the other is adjacent to Raven's Ait.
Responsibility for the maintenance of the river still resides with the Royal Parks Agency.
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—Friedrich Nietzsche (1844–1900)
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—Milan Kundera (b. 1929)
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—Edgar Allan Poe (1809–1849)