She collects sea shells by the sea shore.

She collects sea shells by the sea shore.

She listens with amazement at the rush of swirling air of the beach that is coming from her shell by the sea shore.

We all love a treasure hunt by the sea shore.

She likes mother of pearl shells. She likes the smooth rainbow of colours and dreams of finding a pearl one day by the sea shore.

He has time to dream and plan a mobile made from white shells with holes in them found by the sea shore.

She loses track of time and distance on a walk with her Mum and comes home with sore legs and a bucket full of treasures from the sea shore.

And she (I) adores cowrie shells. She can't help but pick them up and admire their patterns and shapes. She dreams of finding a large dark one with white spots one day by the sea shore.

We fill our hands and our pockets with sandy treasures by the sea shore.

We collect greedily, hungrily....and then, after a while....we drop a lot of sea shells for others to find and use as habitat by the sea shore.

And she, my big girl, spends hours soaking and washing and rinsing and cataloguing the shells. It makes me so proud when people walk past to ask and admire them and listen as she tells her stories and answers their questions.

Thank you for a wonderful time 80 Mile Beach. We feel beachy and sandy and are enjoying the clinking sound the shells make in their box as we travel to the next sea shore.

Happy travels. xx