I found him while I was jack hammering up the hearth of the chimney we recently removed. I’ll probably chisel him out completely from the concrete tomorrow. There’s also a small ball which you can see in the last photo. I wonder how many decades he’d been trapped?
Note “Hutton” in reverse, this was the local brickyard for which Ponckhockie residents provided a lot of the workforce.
So if you’ve ever wondered where some of your favourite childhood toys went, your parents buried them under a concrete slab, probably …
My brother poured petrol over mine before throwing stones at them.
Only ships I believe and I know what I’ll get you for Christmas!