STONE & TIGGY
Tiggy’s childhood was characterised by a lot of not much. Her dad’s garage repaired more tractors than cars. Tiggy would note down the number plates of any cars that did pass through their small village but they were always the same few vehicles. The stable cost of petrol in the 50s meant that the signwriter rarely visited to re-paint the price on the pumps and when a glowing National Benzol sign was installed, showing the helmeted head of Mercury, a neighbour called to report seeing a fire across the flat Norfolk fields. To keep his three girls occupied Tiggy’s father would instruct them to find a stone with a hole on the gravelled forecourt. These stones were lucky. As children they never found a lucky stone but Tiggy has continued the search into adulthood, this is her collection.
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