Mudlarking 88 - Poison and a bobbin
Feb. 10th, 2026 07:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
squirmeliaI got up early so that I could go mudlarking before work.
The forecast had looked like it would be dry, but it was drizzly and wet.
The seagulls were squawking as the sun rose.
I bumped into two other mudlarks - one who I had seen there before, so I said "hello" as we passed each other in our wellies.
I found:
What I think is another lace bobbin, but I'm not quite sure.
Part of an old Fanta bottle, perhaps from the 1960s.
A green cabochon.
A sherd that says “Lond”. London!
A piece of a poison bottle. It would have said “Not to be taken”.
Another piece of Express Dairies Aster pattern pottery.
A colourful chunk of glass. Maybe from a bowl?
(You need a permit to search or mudlark on the Thames foreshore.)
The forecast had looked like it would be dry, but it was drizzly and wet.
The seagulls were squawking as the sun rose.
I bumped into two other mudlarks - one who I had seen there before, so I said "hello" as we passed each other in our wellies.
I found:
What I think is another lace bobbin, but I'm not quite sure.
Part of an old Fanta bottle, perhaps from the 1960s.
A green cabochon.
A sherd that says “Lond”. London!
A piece of a poison bottle. It would have said “Not to be taken”.
Another piece of Express Dairies Aster pattern pottery.
A colourful chunk of glass. Maybe from a bowl?
(You need a permit to search or mudlark on the Thames foreshore.)