Beachcombing

I have always loved grubbing along the strand-line. Dunstanburgh beach is nearly as good as Porth Neigwl (Hell's Mouth) on Pen Llŷn, North Wales.

I loved, even more, when I'd bound these up with knots of kelp, the sense of a "find", lugging them back the couple of miles to the car. And even more, the side-long bemused glances of other walkers...

"What's he going to do with those?"

Dunno, but that is not the point...