Beach glass holds a particular fascination for me, and I’ve blogged about it before. It’s not just the thought of collecting something that costs next to nothing, I have to confess that I paid money for the latest addition to the glass jars, it is one I found in a gift shop earlier in the year. It is French glass, though I’m not sure how old it is.
There is also something incredibly relaxing to wander along a beach looking for the hidden treasures in the sand or shingle. Certain types of beach yield more spoil than others, but each gives its own sense of discovery. It pleases me to collect something that others may think of as rubbish, as you can see from the photo below I tend to take it easy nowadays. The prospect of searching out a new beach or going to a favourite collecting haunt brings out the child in me, and we all need that, it’s like having a holiday from being a grown-up.