Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Migratory Pebbles

I have a story for you, it's a true story.  Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin.

I posted a picture a few Sundays ago of some patterned pebbles.  These are the ones I find whilst out and about with my two small scavengers.  They (the scavengers that is) will often delightfully run full pelt into my side with little hands full of potential treasures.  From many, only a select few make it to my pocket.

And then, if time allows, and the two small scavengers are occupied with creating forts that will 'stop' the advancing tide, I get out my trusty fibre pen and begin to draw....



In the comments section of my Sunday post, Pamela Bates of The Mercantile Muse was asking me about them - and so I thought - I'll send her one so she can see it, in person (so to speak).  I already had Pam's address from a package she sent me earlier in the year - so I was able to send my little pebble off as a secret surprise that would arrive at its destination without fanfare or expectation (because, honestly, there are few things finer than a surprise package arriving in your postbox).

I was a little worried for him as he had no official migratory papers or identification.  Cocooned in a parcel of bubble wrap and drawing paper he made the perilous trip across the English Channel and into deepest, darkest South London (or 'Sahh-rf Lundin' as the locals here like to say).  From there, he rested for a while in the bowels of Royal Mail.  Sorted and sifted and shaken and shoved until he finally ended up on an airplane bound west.  Almost weightless, he forgot his heavy composition of igneous particles and flew on and on to the land of the free and the home of the brave!


And here he is, sitting on Pam's window ledge in amongst other treasured things and a wishbone.  She has written a little about it on her blog today too!

Oh, the internet is a most wonderful thing but I do believe the postal system is possibly even more amazing!

10 comments:

  1. I was so absolutely thrilled when Gar came in with the mail. I ripped that baby open. And there it was........my own little time pebble lovingly adorned by you. What a wonderful surprise. You can't even know how it brightened a day with quite a few clouds. And that's how I'll think of it as it sits on my sill. A connection across sea and air and time. Thanking you ever so much for your thoughtfulness.

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    1. Well, what can I say! I'm SO glad that my little parcel was a bright little beam of sunshine in amongst the clouds. I'm so happy to see it in your home! x

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  2. Love the story of your beautiful travelling pebble.I'm coming over to your part of the world tomorrow with my first ever trip to Paris! I'm so excited I can hardly breathe! I'm hoping to visit the Tim Burton exhibition and may get a chance to interview the inventor of Tim Burton's eccentric film sets. Sorry this has turned into a letter rather than a comment! Sharon xx

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    1. Sharon! How exciting! Oh you will have fun! Paint the town red and throw in some polka dots for good measure too!

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  3. I'm inspired. I too have a thing for pebbles which you may know from my pebbles pin board. Pebbles and parcels have such a lovely resonance!!

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    1. I know! I LOVE that board of yours - in fact it might have been one of your pins that set me off on the whole 'scribbling all over pebbles' thing. Pebbles, parcels and pockets...I like the way that sounds too.

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  4. What a lovely story! And I am so glad to have discovered Pamela's blog!

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  5. What a lovely story Cari-Jane! And the pebbles are just lovely. You're right- a surprise package in the post just cant be beaten! x

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  6. They look lovely :) Am off to check out Pams blog too...

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  7. What a beautiful post! There is indeed, NOTHING like a surprise parcel (or two) as the case may be. xxx Mrs L

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