Clay Pipe Fragment. I realise I haven’t written here for a while. The truth is it has been a difficult year – one of relocation, disorientation and upheaval – the loss of all that was familiar and ‘normal’ which, if I’m honest, has given rise to feelings of anxiety, depression and isolation. Along with it has come, almost inevitably, … Read More
Clay Pipes
Clay Pipes I come across numerous clay pipes – or fragments of them – on the foreshore. They are a common find for mud-larkers as most working men smoked tobacco in ‘days of yore’. What is fascinating is that they come in so many sizes, shapes and designs. The one with the Buffalo Head and letters RAOB (Royal Antedeluvian Society … Read More