Sussex Trug

I’m hoping that my eldest son’s partner doesn’t decide to have a browse through my Blipfoto journal in the next couple of weeks, because this trug is a birthday gift for her. It arrived in the post this morning, and I’m so pleased with it. I also love the fact that some of the shavings from its making were inside it when it arrived. 

I’m hoping that T will get as much pleasure out of her new trug as I get out of mine, which I’ve had for many years. When I’m picking flowers in the garden and popping them into the trug over my arm I feel as though I’m in the depths of the countryside, rather than suburban London …