There is a spot by the river I don't visit very often.
I save it.
For times when my spirits sorely need lifting.
And I just plain can't resist it when the outside temperature has plummeted to below freezing and the vegetation glistens and sparkles with frost, or groans under the snow.
Just along from where I park, there's a stony 'beach'. And at every step something catches my eye: a bright blue marble (how *do* marbles end up in the river?), a piece of terribly old pottery, or a glimmer of glass.
This necklace is just such a piece - a green shard of river glass from the Wear, up here in the North-East of England, tumbled and smoothed and softened by its journey. Brought home and enamelled with a gold heart, wrapped with brass wire, and strung on a thick piece of dark brown leather rope.
Fastened with a lobster clasp.
And supplied in a little drawstring gift bag.
Any questions, please just ask. I'm happy to help.