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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