Mudlarking - 29 - mud

[squirmelia]

A low tide after work meant I headed down to Custom House. I sank more in the mud than I have before and left a big footprint and tottered about cautiously after that.

There were quite a lot of tourists about, as it's close to the Tower of London. I watched one man skip over the muddy patches with more ease than I did, while talking loudly on his phone.

I found little bits of Bellarmine jugs and some combware and Westerwald stoneware, and some colourful sherds.

I didn't pick up a vape that said “Lost Mary” on it, nor a large chunk of a cup or a saucer or something, but I almost did.

Low tide arrived and I was getting hungry so walked to Blackfriars, passing Queenhithe where there was a man on the foreshore and I watched as his foot plunged into the mud far deeper than mine had and he swore loudly and pulled his foot out, his shoe entirely covered in gloopy mud. The tide had come in far enough then that I wondered how he was going to get back to land, maybe over a fence or through the water.

Comments

[spiralsheep]

I love the cat Bellermine! And the pot foot (top left).

[squirmelia]

Ohh, that's what it is! I see the cat now, thank you! Previously I had thought it was an odd bit of beard.

I also hadn't realised it was a pot foot, but that makes sense.

[doseybat]

The green shreds are so pretty. And the ones with the wavy brown lines