There is something so comforting about the familiar rocking, humming, hissing and rattling of the London bus as it gently judders you to your destination.
The bus was full of the stillness and hush of early commuters. Just the occasional cough or turning of a page as we crept into the city. The sunrise tinged the grey clouds orangey pink.
I was surprised I wasn't the first down on the Thames, another regular had beat me to it, but for the next couple of hours we were the only ones down there. Each absorbed in our little world of mudlarking pleasure.
I spent the first hour methodically and very, very slowly searching one patch of ground, hoping to find the small and metal. Not much luck, although I did spot my first tiny blue glass bead which I suspect are very difficult to date and a fly button.
|Mudlarking finds: Glass bead and fly button circled with 'Best Ring Edge'|
|Mudlarking Finds: R - L Clay pipes from 1700-1770 and 1610-1640|
|Mudlarking Find: German Werra Slipware 1550-1650|
and this enormous section of what I suspect is a Roman box flue tile, covered in this earlier post, found where one of London's disappeared rivers, the Walbrook trickles into the Thames. Londinium was built up on either side of the Walbrook.
|Mudlarking Find: Roman Box Flue Tile|
I gathered up three boats which had punted off their plates
|Mudlarking Finds: Transferware boats|
and here's a reminder of the poximity of the sea, sadly he was no longer alive.
and lastly what I mainly came down for and found in abundance as very few people want these broken bits of plain creamware and stoneware, which I'm going to need in bucket loads for that darned mosaic.
Back on the bus, front seat at the top all the way home. Looking forward to a bacon sarnie and mug of tea.