bottle front garden, the story so far; finding a time machine

 I found a old bottle dump, when grieving my father who died june 2011. I walked over a patch of industrial wastegroud that I had been looking over (during my tea breaks), whilst lecturing at Warwickshire college. I had a reocuring dream I am blissfully happy finding buried houses containing bottles

hiden away I discoved I found bottles everywhere, I was in heaven.
It was like a time machine instantly transported to my childhood in worcester.
At the time it took me away from the ever present grief for a few hours very healing and relaxing.

I have visited this site every month or so ever since removing hundreds of bottles.