It was an ordinary day, and I was at the Bottle Bank with my
carrier of empty bottles as usual.

As each bottle clattered and tinkled into the plastic container I
wondered, “what happens to all this glass?” As the last bottle fell I
peered into the bottle bank 'porthole'. I couldn't believe it! A city,
painted from fragments of coloured glass, lit by sunlight. A place
with houses and gardens, shops, people and teddy bears living
and playing amongst them!

"Have you seen them?" asked a smiling man in a yellow jacket.
I jumped back and tried to answer, my voice struggled to reply.
"Yes I think so..."
The man in the yellow jacket grinned and gave out a big laugh
"There's much more to see, if you want?" he continued, leaning forward as he spoke.
"That's the magic of glass" he revealed
"Look again"
"I'm not sure… " I stammered but as the words slipped from my lips I gazed back into the big green bin.

"

Glass can be recycled forever,” he continued,

“what things those bottles have been? Special things, a crystal ball, an ancient mirror or a bottle from a Roman Villa... perhaps even a secret potion? Some say glass traps light forever; something magical survives. What you see is that light some real, some...perhaps? Enjoy what you see, not everyone can see it."