The weather is changing here, winter is creeping in. I’m loving the sunshine and the crisp air. Thinking about botanical treasures and curiosities found on the shoreline. Poring over seaweed pressings and botanical collections. Admiring the weather-beaten quality in everything touched by the tide.
As synchronicity would have it, this week my ‘big girl’ brought home a bag of seashells from school. They’re so beautiful, I wish I could say that we found them ourselves. Gently brushing off the sand before tucking them into our beachcomber baskets but if I did my nose would grow and start to attract nesting birds. They did, however, inspire the eldest (budding zoologist and loyal Bindi Irwin fan) to plan an immediate shell finding expedition and if I’m very lucky she might take me.