Eucalyptus clippings and self-seeded wallflowers in a glass vase and a little found shrimp paste pot; an old brick found on the beach, and put in the fire to clean off the black tar; a vintage plough share, washed and waxed with furniture wax, and some rusty old sheep wire formed into a spiral.
I was walking along a farm track with my daughter and her three children a couple of weeks ago and spied a piece of rust embedded in the chalk and rubble of the track. (Not this track but one very similar – this photo was taken on Friday)
Oooh Rust! I cried! and bent down to try to pick it up. I couldn’t get the piece out, so said I would come back another day to retrieve it and bring a tool to work it free. The children were determined to get it out for me, and with some sticks and stones they only took about 5 minutes to free it. I always have my rucksack with me, which was just as well as it was heavy to carry home.
A precious (well to me anyway) piece of farming history. My son-in-law recognised it as a single furrow plough share, from the horsedrawn era and spent a bit of time looking online to see if he could identify it more precisely. It might have come from something like this one.
Just the sort of plough that my Grandfather would have walked behind on his farm in West Dorset.
When I sent this photo to my son-in-law later, he said it looked like an alien snail
So the working title for this little sculpture is ‘Snailien’.
What does it look like to you? What would you call it?
It’s catching – Little Miss M, 8, has now started her own rust collection!
and this is Miss E (13) having her first welding lesson from her Dad, what a cool Dad he is!
It turns out she was making a flower/plant for me! and when I got home that night she had planted it in my garden!
Oh my! Better than diamonds – this makes me so happy.
This is a great fat rainbow I saw on my walk on Friday – it looked so much closer and bigger in reality. Maybe there is a pot of rust at the end of it! 😉
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