When in Devon,Mrs Ogg and I went mud larking, I’ve a fondness for finding bits of pottery, and down on the foreshore of the Salcombe estuary I’d found a quiet spot where there was plenty.
I think there must have been an old bottle dump nearby, that’s now giving up its treasures to the waves.
It took a little while to get your eye in, broken pottery tends to look very much like broken sea shells. I think Mrs Ogg had the best find of the day, I thought it looked like it might Gothic Revival style what do you think?
So what will we do with our treasure trove?
Earlier in the day I’d seen a rather inspiring piece of recycled ceramics. Mr Ogg thought we should cut out the mud and just buy it.
I don’t think he quiet realised it was pretty much life size (and pigs, in my experience, are always bigger than you think they are going to be).
But maybe Mrs Ogg and I should set the bar a little higher?
We weren’t the only ones to find treasure on the beach, Spud the dog returned home from his holidays with nine more tennis balls than he started with (and we know how much he loves tennis balls ) he made a nest of them in his bed. Happy dog.