⎈⌇gathering shells and thoughts

today I set off to the beach

I can walk to the river from my house

but I wanted to visit my favourite place 

which is a little drive away

walking along the row of huts I collected shells 

cockles and mussels 

stones with holes through, 

pieces of sea glass ~ green and frosted white

the tide lapping at my feet as I grabbed small pieces 

of smooth driftwood

I love to come here at this time of year

it's a place to think and daydream

breath in the salty air

and listen to the 'clink clink' of ropes on masts

while the seagulls cry