
I keep a mental note of all the objects I’ve dug up while gardening over the years. The soil surrounding our house has mostly thrown up broken milk bottles from the days of the milkman. I’ve also found a lot of what I think are perfume bottles. Mostly though my shovel hits chunks of long buried concrete. Then I curse.
But this week, while we’ve been working on version 5.3 of our difficult to garden steep front slope, I uncovered the strangest object I’ve ever dug up: what appears to be a cast plaster footprint. In my fevered imagination and search for click bait blog headlines, this discovery proves this existence of Sasquatch. Alas, it’s a bit small unless we consider the possibility of a loose baby Sasquatch. More likely, it’s someone’s art project. Some years ago I also uncovered what looked like the beginnings of an attempt to carve a stone bust and I’m guessing this foot cast might be by the same aspiring artiste. Or maybe it’s the work of an aspiring Sasquatch researcher practicing making plaster foot casts?






