Okay, that was a tasteless title. Yesterday, the weather was spectacular in London, however due to track replacement on the two Tube lines I usually use to get to the foreshore, I was unable to browse my familiar shore. I took a gamble and went the opposite direction as the tracks were open in the westbound direction. I had met a mudlarker who had found some nice items by the Putney Bridge, so I headed there. Wow, what a neat place. Quaint, small, quiet, clean, scenic as can be, but not much in the line of discovery. I would guess that there are some nice finds to be had, but a person would have to settle for less quantity and less frequency of exciting finds. That's where the farthing comes in. I picked up about 6 coins along my walk, and came upon the first farthing I have found. It was nudged between some pebbles and a boat ramp. Dirty at first, I thought is was just another wishful coin toss from someone recent. Once home I cleaned off the grime to expose a nice 1947 rendition of a King George VI farthing. Funny that it is from the same year of the French Franc I found a few months ago. A marble here, and a musket ball there, a couple of keys that are still being cleaned and I was done. Not sure if I would return to mudlark there, but I certainly would to enjoy the numerous pubs, coffee shops and serene setting. A few days before back on familiar ground I found a nice assortment of pipes, spanning all the ages. The long one with a curved pipe shaft is the first I've found like that. The top of an old water jug intrigued me enough to take it home, as it is quite large, has a nice black finish on it, and is made of clay.