Thursday, January 28, 2010

Two go beachcombing

George and I went to Pobbles as it's the best beach for driftwood but the selection was a bit disappointing. I wanted to make a cross for Zac's and I deliberately wanted to use material washed up amongst the flotsam and jetsam. I tried out a few pieces and finally settled on two that I brought home with me, along with some ragged rope. It's strange: when I picked up the wood I thought, 'This isn't too heavy'; by the time we reached the top of the hill it felt as if I were carrying a hundredweight of coal. It must be a gravity thing. Or something.
It's not really big enough though so I'll probably go down again at the weekend and take Husband with me. He's big and strong (although he has refused in the past to carry home some of the logs I thought would make wonderful garden features).

5 comments:

SmitoniusAndSonata said...

I like that cross very much ! it's satisfying on two levels . It's very handsome and it also looks like the sort of standard that would comfort the most hard-pressed man .

Leslie: said...

I think this is great! I enjoy looking at the driftwood at our beach and thinking up what they look like. I did bring home a couple of small pieces once. One is in my "beachy-themed" second bathroom and the other is beside the driveway on the gravel.

Istvanski said...

What are you going to do with that dagger?

Liz said...

THank you, S&S.

I love driftwood but so does george! Eating it that is!

Upset me and you'll find out, istvanski!

CherryPie said...

I think it looks lovely as it is :-)