Saturday 26 April 2008


I'm a compulsive beachcomber, I can't seem to break the habit and always come away with pockets full of shells and pebbles and driftwood whenever I'm at the beach! I wonder if there is a gene for that, something to do with being a hoarder too.
I'm always delighted by the wonderful colours, shapes and patterns on shells. Here are some beautiful little shells that I collected from the beach all slightly different and all beautiful.
We had the most wonderful time away in what seems to have been the only sunny spot on the east coast of Australia. Lucky us. More photos later.

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