Out on a walk on the Clent Hills a couple of years ago I came across this electric hand-mixer in a tree. Not a brilliant photo but what on earth? How? Why? I mean you’d have to have carried this mixer off the beaten track, into the hills, and then thrown it: Offered it up to the Gods? (I’ve just been watching “Around the World in 80 Faiths”… you never know!)
Shouldn’t you put your mug away after using it? This so reminds me of my Mum. When I was little it was quite normal to find a trail of empty mugs left around the garden. She’d take her coffee out to drink in the garden. Very often in the morning she’d wander round (still in her nightie) having a bit of peace and quiet (meditation?). She always seemed to leave loads of cups behind as she got side tracked into a bit of weeding or whatever. She’s either cut down on her coffee or I just don’t have those super observant eyes of a child to notice her Hansel and Gretel trail of cups now.