One person’s trash
It’s funny what some people will throw away. We’ve found a lot of ‘stuff’ in the garden beside the treehouse verandah as we’ve been clearing the undergrowth to make way for the new terraces. I think that the previous residents didn’t love the garden as much as we do, and viewed it as something of a rubbish tip. Aside from the obvious rubbish-beer bottles (some unopened!) and plastic bags, we’ve found clothing (boxer shorts with lipstick prints, socks, thongs-the shoes not the undies), toys (Spiderman action figurine), golf practice balls, street atlases (two of them-maybe they bought a GPS unit?), crockery, statues and figurines (some downright fugly, others kind of cute in their weirdness) and this…
A cast-iron lighthouse doorstop. But of course.
It’s naff. It’s cute.
I love it.
