It doesn’t sound promising, does it? Because bottles of poison really shouldn’t be ordinary or beautiful.

So I’d better explain, on the way to Greenbelt, Bex thought we should stop in Burford and have a cream tea. Burford is one of those pretty villages where you can buy lots of not very useful things and nothing important like pint of milk (well ok, not important for me, important for people who like milk or have babies maybe). So after tea, we had a roam around and I walked into a lovely crowded shop full of lovely things. I did restrain myself from buying lots of things but the collection of old poison bottles was hard to resist. I bought four.

It used to be that to distinguish poisonous liquids from others, the bottles needed to be a different colour and or shape from other bottles. Normally they were blue or green, often with horizonal or vertical lines on them, or the words ‘Not to be Taken’ on them.

These ones are quite common but I love the colour and the shape of them. There’s something lovely about the way they’re clearly mass produced but still irregular.

I just find them beautiful and I promise they are empty and I won’t be poisoning anyone (even if I wanted to, which I absolutely promise I don’t!)