Most of my days start off with walking Chester, and the walk of choice recently has been a stretch of beach that I pass on my way home from dropping the boys at their schools.
Last night was stormy , which hadn't quite cleared by this morning...so Chester and I decided to go to a different beach so that we wouldn't get blown away with the inshore wind.....it can hardly be relaxing when its difficult to catch your breath...and poor old Chester, with such long ears, has no hope of staying grounded.
This beach is stony and gravelly, but rather than being firm underfoot, today it was disconcertingly squashy, I stood for a little while walking up and down, realising that most of the beach had been thrown up onto seaweed, which was why the ground beneath me had so much give...made me feel quite odd!
Among all the pebbles and seaweed were bits of jetsam, and it made me wonder how sailors had fared last night in such high winds. There was food packaging with unfamiliar languages on, plastic, driftwood....all sorts....but among it all, something that I had been looking for, for a while.....
.....cuttlebones, from cuttlefish ....I've been looking out for them as my sister has taken up silver smithing and these can be used as moulds for casting silver....I'm hoping that my haul will bring lots of inspiration to her....interestingly, sepia is cuttlefish ink...which I didn't know before....did you?