I openly admit to being a beachcomber, rubbish tip scavenger, and all round objet-trouvé opportunist.
About 35 years ago I found the above in a nearby municipal dustbin; I had just deposited my filled black plastic rubbish bag, when this small child's watering-can looked up at me and said 'take me home'.
To me it's a beautiful object, and I can't understand the mentality of anyone throwing it out. Surely it must have had memories for someone.
My youngest son had hours of fun with it, along with his fork and trowel set (the red things), and I still look at it daily because it lives about 3ft from where I'm sitting.
Of course, nowadays, it's my grandchildren who use it. They fill it with water, put it into their junior sized wheelbarrow, and help Grumpy with his watering at Haddock's.
Thank goodness I found it (or it found me), and it was not sent to the crusher. Life would not have been the same without it.