I admire the uniqueness of shells. Each one bears its own markings, some have been chipped or scratched, some are bright and colourful, but they each have their own story to tell (yes I know I keep persisting with this idea about stories). And this is what makes me want to stop and collect them. I'd just love to know where each one has been, how it came to be on that beach, has any other human touched this particular one? 

Charlotte FosdikeComment