Day trippers ... just look at the clothes ... the facial expressions ... the personal effects ... these things I think of when beachcombing.
This was a great day for everyone on board the steamship La Marguerite, but not so good for the passengers of the decrepit paddle steamer Rothsay Castle back in August 1831.
It just wouldn't happen today ... 150 middle class city folk boarded the rotted timbers for a fun day out on the coastline between Conwy and Beaumaris and only 23 survived to tell the tale.
The captain was drunk in his cabin when the old steamer hit hard on Dutchman's Bank, and the rest is history.
It had been a rotten journey - 10 hours to progress thirty six miles (sounds a bit like the A55 on a Friday night) with a helmsman who didn't actually know how to steer.
My finds bag is full of crumbling pocket watches and winders, clay pipe heads, belt buckles and hat pins. I guess they must have been the property of people like this - using their belongings my artwork starts to feel like something of a privilige.
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