For those clever ones out there, my name is Welsh for the smiling basket. Why? Well, a basket is a vessel that appears stable. In fact, it is tightly wound, rarely reveals weakness and is widely accepted not to smile; that's me. I intend to, through this blog, unwind, release my load and smile, hopefully bringing strangers on the joy ride with me. So friends, I am setting out on a journey, and I hope to see you at the other end.
Friday 1 March 2013
0042: SEASHELLS
I have a particular fondness for scallop shells and have a large box full of them, but I also adore those enormous shells one is only blessed with finding rarely. The memories they dredge up and the sound of the sea. Occasionally a bit of sand comes out after you've owned it many years. There's something a bit special about the way that a beautiful shell washes onto the shore just for you.
I love telling the story of how I found my first scallop shell...
I was on a scout camp and we were at the beach. I had forgotten goggles, but my friend had hers. We were searching for shells by sticking our heads under water, and she had an obvious advantage. Well, she found a really beautiful mother of pearl shell, and I was so jealous I picked up the first shell I felt - a particularly ugly one in fact - and tried to coax her to swap, I was at a disadvantage, after all.. She refused my offer, and dejected, I went back into the surf, and hopelessly felt around for a shell like hers. My hand landed on something smooth. I scooped it up, expecting disappointment, but as the sand fell away, it revealed a stunning, white scallop shell. I ran onto the shore in sheer joy and triumph, and showed every single parent. My 'friend' then strode up, and proposed a swap, however, it was my turn to decline with "I think I'll hold on to this one." Victory was mine. And I still own that shell with pride.
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