Have finally got round to reading Stephen Fry's autobiography Moab Is My Washpot, just as Radio 4 start serialising his second. On page 48, he is remembering his anguish at never winning a star for bringing into his primary school something for the Nature Table.
"Grim weeks of effort and nature-trailing followed. I tried a starfish, a thrush egg, a collection of pressed campions and harebells and a boxful of shards of that willow pattern ironstone china that the Victorians buried in the earth for the sole purpose of disappointing twentieth-century treasure seekers..."
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