Where you a junior garden archaeologist?
I spent many a happy hour as a kid digging up the family garden looking for treasures!
Armed with a large metal pudding spoon and a small brush I would brave the dangerous pampas of Mum's borders and set to.
Alas I never found any Iguanadon shoulders beneath the dahlias - they must have all avoided Preston - but I did find loads of pottery: white glazed pieces; brown earthenware chunks and the occasional floral swish.
But by far my favourite finds were blue Delft, small samplers of light blue and white hinting at the simple beauty of pastoral Holland; windmills, milk pales and all.
Once all my bits and peices were washed I'd glue them in swirls on hessian-covered boards for display.
Happy days! ha ha
Indiana Jones had to start somewhere! Were you a garden Indy readers?