One of the fun things about restoring what's left of the original Dangar ‘cottage' (as he jokingly called it) for posterity, is that when I'm digging I often find treasures, because this was a very busy part of the household, where they mended boats, carried out maintenance, preserved food and so on. Helen Osborne, of the Queensland Osbornes, frequent visitors, told me that as a child she had to sit up at the main part of the house with her hands in her lap, waiting to be spoken to. She was so bored in the stuffy sitting room, dressed in her thick stockings and petticoats, she used to escape to The Pavilion, where the staff were chatting and singing and joking. Somebody would be sent down through the conservatory and she would be hauled back to sit in a chair with her hands in her lap again! Last week, I turned up on my spade this pretty hook, which is brass and obviously dated back to circa 1890 when the Dangar place was built. It looks like it is the part of a sundial that casts a shadow, called a gnomon.