It’s just a piece of flint that looks like a bird. But I thought it lost, and it is found. And I’m so pleased; it’s not enough to have and to hold – I want to show and share.
I didn’t value it at first. We’d been walking the Jurassic coast, finding fossils. Once you’ve found one fossil you want to find another. It’s an extraordinary feeling to interact with Deep Time, to hold it on your hand, run the tips of your fingers over the ammonite ridges, preserved over millennia – tactile time travelling.
When you’re focused on one kind of treasure you can find another and not see it as treasure ...
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