My route to work skirts what will be the Olympic Park – there’s a cycle path between Leyton and Hackney Wick. The road traffic thunders to my right, and the 2012 games site grows at a barely believable rate on my left. There’s always something new to see, and often something new to avoid. Yesterday a series of holes had been dug in the middle of the cycle path. In the fenced-off spoil heap I saw this bottle.
“If that’s still there on my way home, I’m having it” I said to myself. If whoever dug it out wanted it, they’d have taken it. It’s better in our house than back underground or broken up. 6.45pm and there I am, digging away under the fence like a fox after a chicken.
So, dear visitors – any idea what it would have once held? There’s a similar (but cruder) one on the Museum Of London website, described as a ‘Spirit Flask’. Which spirit? Gin? Whisky? Intriguingly, it’s got a glass marble sealing the neck which is threaded for a (presumably) rubber bung. Something inside rattles. There aren’t any markings on the bottle at all. I sincerely hope I haven’t brought home a latter-day Witch Bottle.
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>Witch bottle…hmm. My first thoughts were that it might be someone's grandma inside! But then they turned to Quatermass……
>'aven't the faintest guv but I thought it'd be nice to give you a wave. and i'm intrigued. you can' beat a mysterious jug.x
>Men always seem so fascinated by big jugs!