Beachcombing

A special part of my childhood was Groatie Buckie hunting. Groatie Buckies are also called cowries and there are plenty of other areas of Scotland where you can find them.  This picture is of my granny on the left, my auntie and my great granny on the right. I love this picture especially because of my great granny holding her handbag and wearing a hat and beads.  We still adopt this position, half bending and scanning as wide an area as possible.  There was always a competition to find the most and no one was to encroach on the other's patch.

My need to find and take home washed up pieces still continues on today; Pottery and glass, stone and shell, driftwood and pieces of rusty steel all find their way into my house and garden. I know this is a common thing to do, it must go back to the dawn of time, for adornment and scavenging.

There are three pictures below that illustrate a recent project I undertook, exploring my beachcombing pastime. The first is a sterling silver pendant called 'A Jar of Groatie Buckies', the title says it all. Next is a oxidised silver ring I made to highlight the fact that on my local beach there is little to find of interest washed up on the beach. In two years I have less than a handful of pieces to speak of, but one day I happened to see a piece of coloured glass amongst the mass of pebbles and it turned out to be a marble. I purposely made a substantial stand for the ring to sit in, representing it's importance.  The last piece is titled 'All my favourite pieces'. Some of these pieces of pottery have been sitting in boxes, moving from flat to house with me for over 20 years. Some pieces were picked up on Lindisfarne, the holy island on our 1st year college trip.