Rocks Work

Abstract

Last summer, when we inaugurated a new garden shed, sorting through the clutter revealed my basket of rocks. I’m sure many of my more dedicated geology minded colleagues have more extensive and better preserved collections than mine, but when my wife Caroline suggests they should go in a box in the garage or up in the loft, I become quite protective. This is the rock equivalent of a drawer of loose photographs which, as you pick through them, cast a nostalgic view back across time. This jumble of rocks and fossils are fragments of my history.