Sunday 12 January 2014

The glass bottle at Studland, marvels we are meant to find ...




Some years ago, we found a small glass bottle in the garden, next to the entrance to a rabbit's burrow - the glass of the bottle was a bluish green - I imagined this small bottle, unearthed by a delving paw, kicked out into the sunlight - 

We placed the bottle upon our mantle piece, amongst shells, pine coins and foreign coins - on one side of the bottle is the legend, Eiffel Tower Lemonade

This Saturday, walking along the beach at Studland, proud in my new gum boots, I saw something sparkling upon the sand, glinting in the icy glassy foam - 

It was a heavy glass bottle, full of sea water and dark fragments of sea weed - a small glass ball, caught by the pinched neck of the bottle, acted as a stopper - I poured out the sea water as we splashed through the waves - 

We made our way towards Bramble Bay - there were no naturists in the dunes - a woman passed us, making use of walking poles - we avoided making eye contact with questing pit bulls from Bournemouth - 

Later, I washed out the bottle at home, delighting in its weight and mystery - 

Perhaps, every day, I thought, we passed by marvels we were meant to find -  


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