Random Treasure

Sometimes, not often, the quest for Random Treasure becomes stressful. It isn’t supposed to be like this. What should be happening is that I meander through a fulfilling and self-indulgent retirement, doing what gives me pleasure and satisfaction at a pace and in a manner which suits me and my inclination and my whim.
That’s mostly how it goes, but recently, much less so. I have been under pressure from taking on too many lines of enquiry all at the same time. It has all been rather harassing. But at the same time, it has all been very enjoyable… … More A Surfeit of Randomness

Is there a point at which an object stops being a piece of art or craft or an antique and becomes something which is only fit for landfill? Is there a level of damage at which the item’s condition is simply unacceptable to the collector, who is compelled to discard it regardless of its other merits? It seems not. Here’s the proof: I have bought a teapot with no lid. Twice. … More Lonely Teapot Seeks Lid

This is a cautionary tale. It starts with a fox, who has been a regular visitor to our garden in recent weeks. It causes no trouble, and I have no desire to hunt it or kill it or destroy it. In this respect my feelings towards it are entirely unlike the emotions which I experience in relation to a second Fox which has just come into my life, along with a Badger, a Mole, a Squirrel and a Rabbit. No, there isn’t a Toad as well. We’re not in Wind in the Willows or Toad of Toad Hall territory. Neither, sadly, are we in the Hundred Acre Wood with Christopher Robin, Pooh and Piglet. Instead, we’re in my local auction room where, last Saturday, I accidentally bought an object of unparalleled hideousness. … More Stuffed

One day last week the door of the summer house was left open and a garden bird got in amongst my pots. I was able to take his photograph as he rested momentarily on the top rim of a large stoneware jug. Cute, eh? Seeing a real live bird perched on a jug prompted me to look through my collection for some other examples of birds on pots…
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Meet Marguerite. Or perhaps you know her as Gretchen. She was modelled by the sculptor Sarah Terry in 1868 and manufactured by W T Copeland and Sons, owners of the Spode factory in Stoke-on-Trent. She’s made in parian, a bright white ceramic material. But Marguerite doesn’t look like a parian figure. Instead, she looks like she’s made of patinated bronze. I wonder why? … More Meet Marguerite

Usually a book is just a book, but sometimes it is a rare and special object in itself, regardless of the meaning or significance of the words inside it. It might be old, or rare, or a first edition, or with special provenance, or a fine binding, or any combination of the above. Here are two very special books for your inspection. Both are editions of the Book of Common Prayer, one from 1760 and one from 1850. Both are exceptional examples of quality and innovation in printing and design, important landmarks in the development of the printed book. Which book – or perhaps I should say which artefact – do you like better? … More The Book as Artefact

Ten thousand years from now, interstellar archaeologists are exploring Old Earth for scant remains of early human civilisations. In the ruins of a primitive computer server facility they find a single memory card which has survived the ravages of time. It contains the Random Treasure blog. They begin to read. It’s the Great Lockdown of 2020 and the blogger’s got the blues … … More Blue and White Blues