ALL THAT’S LEFT

The Spanish costas department have this crazy notion that cleaning the beach every morning with a massive tractor that flattens everything is making tourists happy.
Since they do that nothing but the tiniest little shells and creatures survive that obsession. One has to search for them like for gold specs.
Thankfully I keep finding the occasional one but it’s not the same as the big shells, starfish and sea urchin shells we used to find here as kids. My entire find for the last few days fits in a tiny Schnapps glas, so the perfect blip for Tiny Tuesday, I thought.