In our rockpools, when the tide allows, we search for empty dog whelk shells, piling them outside the front door. They are a magical shape, as are my ears, which internally they closely resemble. Today’s haul was a considerable bagfull.
Whelks ahoy
In our rockpools, when the tide allows, we search for empty dog whelk shells, piling them outside the front door. They are a magical shape, as are my ears, which internally they closely resemble. Today’s haul was a considerable bagfull.
mr pip ponders 