Yet another lovely day out in London with Aril from Gnat Bottomed Towers. As always there's material for a few blog posts over the next week or so. Our main aim was to visit the Foundling Museum. It tells the fascinating story of the home, the Foundling Hospital, established in the 18th century by Handel,, Hogarth and the a seafarer, Thomas Coram for babies at risk of abandonment. Sadly it was very well used as this was a common practice in those destitute days. It's such a thought provoking place. If you look carefully on the railings outside a teeny tiny Tracey Emin sculpture greets you. It's a painted bronze cast from a mitten lost by a child.
I'm letting photos do the rest of the talking for the rest of the post. One of the highlights of the collection was the display of tokens. When a child was left at the Foundling Hospital they were renamed. But they came with a unique object which was kept sealed with their records so that their mother could recognise them if they were able to reclaim them in the future. Here are some of those objects. I find the handmade ones, my first and last pictures, particularly heartbreaking.