Walking along the beach my eyes scan the ground just in front of my feet.
Often different objects seem to spring out and catch my attention and I make that particular thing my ‘collection’ for the day …. small, white, quartz pebbles that look like pulled teeth, worn sea-glass that is dark green, light green and misty white (I’ve never managed to find rare blue sea-glass that comes from old Milk of Magnesia bottles), pieces of sea worn wood, and strangest of all what I think is worn plastic casing from wire cable. Where has the wire gone and why is there so much washed up on the beach? Why always short lengths? I wonder if it is detritus from the Sheringham Shoal wind-farm just off the coast?
I have made some waxed canvas pots to house my collections. The openings have been bound with large wire eyelets that have been rusted.