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.
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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 .
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.
What are you going to do with that dagger?
THank you, S&S.
I love driftwood but so does george! Eating it that is!
Upset me and you'll find out, istvanski!
I think it looks lovely as it is :-)
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