Loving the bricks

Saturday was very special.I got to ride 4 short ferry hops and visit Port Townsend a Victorian little town that can be accessed on foot from the Couperville ferry.Just down the road from our regular short eared owl / marsh harrier spot.We had the company of a Bald Eagle sat in the marsh waiting out the squalls of our first fall winds on our return.

Port Townsend has a fantastic vibe even has it’s own Steampunk scene.There was a kinetic sculpture hat festival going on in the morning and some amazing sculptures passed us on our way into town.I love the combination of stores and vintage galleries where I can collect new bits and bobs.My best buy was 2 for a dollar vintage match boxes for my Day of the Dead pieces.

We found an honesty child’s wagon full of Victorian bottles on the street.In the early days people buried their rubbish in pits and some very enterprising local now digs them up and sells them for two dollars a go.I choose 2 iridescent and one advertising Bartell our local pharmacy.As a child we collected clay pipes from Pitsea an area that gets it’s name I always think as being down river from London on the Thames estuary.We rarely found similar glass bottles but rarely whole bottles.They are currently in the process of being cleaned and I’ll share when the process is complete.