Another day in the life of a static wanderer

Yesterday I rushed, hastened to the bus stop to catch yet another bus (which was later than advertised on the internet) to the marine delight of West Mersea. I needed to complete both my registration with the letting agency and to pay a deposit securing my claim to rent that magnificent 16th century building (mentioned before) and which I shall call home, hereafter.

All went well despite glitches in the online referencing programme, which seemed to have a (digital) mind of its own.

With some time to spare before my vegetarian (lentils and very nice homemade pita bread) lunch at the Art Cafe, and the thereafter trip back to my current abode, I returned to an antique shop that I had peered through the window of, on my last visit. There, amidst various nicknackery, squatted a tiny deep-red Buddha. This time the shop was open. I wandered in. I bought said tiny ‘Chinese stytled’ seated ‘laughing Buddha', which was £2. I noticed some gilt on the object, worn away through years of use, and a small loop at the back, which appeared suitable for a string of some description. Perhaps that Buddha had been someone’s little treasure and worn on a pilgrimage. I'll never know.

As I went to buy it, I noticed a most unusual pot. I was told that it's a Pilgrim vase (pot or flask), used for carrying water. Not only was it an unusual shaped pot, but it had a very odd ‘Hieronymus Bosch’ style illustration (with possiblely faries) around it. I must do some research. I bought the ‘pot’ (£85) as a token to personalise my new home, and got the little Buddha free.