Egg Blogg

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I am usually the first to complain when supermarkets start putting out Easter Eggs seemingly minutes after taking down the Christmas cards and tinsel.
But yesterday was the first day of lent, so I suppose it is as good a time as any to start the celebrations, if that is the appropriate thing to do to mark the execution of a historical figure.
On the way into work today something caught my eye which I was sure wasn’t there the last time I walked along Pudding Lane.
A giant multicoloured egg has been put up on a plinth directly opposite the iconic Monument to the Great Fire of London - in 1666 for anyone who was asleep in history at school.
I couldn’t resist but take a closer look at this enormous painted ovum, just in case it was made out of chocolate.
It’s actually part of a massive egg hunt, the world’s biggest apparently, set up by world-famous jewellery maker Faberge in the run up to Easter.
There are 200 scattered around London, all with different patterns, and the prize of a diamond jubilee rose gold egg, worth £100,000, will go to the person who finds all of them.
They have all been decorated by celebrities including Bruce Oldfield, Sir Ridley Scott and Zandra Rhodes.
You have to text a keyword on a notice to be in with a chance of winning the prize egg which is encrusted with 60 jewels, diamonds, emeralds, rubies and sapphires, to mark the Queens 60 years on the throne.

Anyone spotted the others?



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