My blog, Is this Yours?, has turned up another mystery.
Half a set of gnashers, unencumbered by their owners.
It reminds me of a story about my pal, Ian Sutherland, who once lost his teeth when he sneezed out the window of his delivery van half way down the A1 on the way to Berwick on Tweed. His choppers lie, waiting to be discovered, on a verge to this day I suppose.
Maybe these are his?
I think it unlikely though, unless deliberate relocation has been actioned by a stranger.
So, who lost theirs on Dalmeny Beach?
Indeed was it on the beach itself that the loss initiated?
Were they vomited down a loo in Fraserburgh and made their way down the East coast of Scotland on tidal streams?
Were they the result of a violent orgasm in the darkness on that very beach, immediately interrupted by an approaching stranger as two middle aged adults sought gratification and had to scarper before they could retrieve their conjugal misappropriation?
Perhaps they simply slipped out of a mouth, unnoticed, during a gentle stroll.
They may have been overboarded by a passing trawler in high seas.
Are they male?
Are they female?
I’ve tried them on, but my own clackers made estimating size a tricky exercise and, besides, they tasted a little brackish.
Do we have any forensic dentists willing to carbon date them for me?
Can the media help me here?