Not many people can say they found their heart on a beach – but in this case, I can. In more ways than one… I’m lucky enough to live on the north coast of Cornwall and enjoy nothing better than sifting through the sand along the shoreline as a tide turns, hunting for ‘sea treasure’. My usual finds are simply the flotsam and jetsam of beach life: driftwood, so worn it feels like silk to touch, shells of course, and, best of all, sea glass jewels; discarded broken bottles kindly laundered by the Atlantic, scrubbed clean and then deposited, rejected, back to the shore. Green and clear glass is the most common, brown is plentiful but not as pretty to look at, blue is my favourite, and red as rare…
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The Simple Things (Digital) - 1 Issue, February 2022