More souvenirs of Lewis, this time a mug made at Borgh Pottery - perfect for my mid-morning coffee as it's just the right size, weight and feel in the hand. (Fussy? Moi?).
It is a family joke that wherever we go I seek out potteries and bring back something made in them, but then I use all these pieces and love them, and they remind me of my travels in a very meaningful way.
The mussel shells I found on the beach were so perfectly shaded in their purpley-blues and greys that a few had to find their way into my pocket, but they just go with the mug, don't you think?