Mr Thwaite’s Doll
Mr Thwaite had this doll in a box in his pocket. He’d found it mudlarking and was chatting with his friends abut what it was.. (made of pipe clay, too small to be a doll, perhaps a tamper?, perhaps 18thC?).
I’ll never know, but he was gracious enough to let me take a photo of it in his hand. I think it’s beautiful.
He left, and then his friend told me he was the poet Anthony Thwaite OBE and he was often finding things and then writing poems about them… A perfect chance meeting a in cafe… I do love London…