I’ve been spending a lot of time lately breaking up concrete in an old garden prior to making a new patio and path. It’s taking me longer than it really should because I am just fascinated by the old junk or treasure (depending on your perspective) that was buried beneath the concrete slab.
There’s an awful lot of broken glass and pottery from old tea sets and storage jars, but a few things have survived intact, including several little squat bottles that I’m told were ink bottles: and if that’s the case, the people who used to live at the house must have done an awful lot of writing! There’s also an enamelled jelly or pudding mould, an enamelled candlestick holder and a tiny little green glass phial. Maybe they look just like a pile of old junk, but every intact piece I find feels like a little piece of treasure:)
There’s also a bit of a hidden message here: never pay a gardener by the hour – always agree a price for the job!