Back a couple of years, a beachcombing report was a regular part of my blog. Then life got in the way of beachcombing. Bad idea. I need to reverse that trend fifth or sixthwith. Now that I have access to a path again, I can do something about it – although the path gave a little surprise in that recent rains dislodged a lump of sandstone about the size of a large version of one of those JoJo tank thingies and dumped it slap in the middle of the steps, busting quite a few. I didn’t get a picture, alas, before a team of local labour was pointed at it and told not, under any circumstances, to damage it in any way. By the next day, of course, it had been reduced to tiny bits and removed.
Anyway, armed with an available grandkid, I actually got to the beach again and we ranged over a very unpromising-looking expanse. Tides have currently (haha) created steep sandbanks which are as mean as the commercial banks when it comes to providing interest. It takes a brave and resolute shell to ride a wave all the way up the slope and then stick around without being washed straight down again – repeat cycle until reduced to shingle.
Still, she got a good rock shell, and I found two cowries. One of the latter was in that pristine glossy state – which tends to photograph rather badly because of the reflection. This was the best I could do.
And then, propped on a false cockle to show it up better.
© Colonialist (WordPress) November 2015
This looks like great fun, I used to go looking for fossils
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That was a substitute we had during some of our UK visits – we got some good whirly ones. Mind you, I did find shells as well, but of different kinds to ours.
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I like going beach combing with you and your strandlopertjie 🙂
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I hope to return it to a more regular feature!
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Jou kleindogtertjie lyk so gelukkig…
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Sy geniet die strandloper lewenstyl!
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Loved this, still have bowls of sea-shells around to remind me that the sea really DOES exist-so long since last seen by me!
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I remember the old days when I was unimpressed with the idea of only seeing the sea twice a year – sometimes only once! I couldn’t wait to get on that train. Never forget the year three of us went down and Fred tried to get drowned and all of us, including Paul, got checked out one night by a leopard as a possible supper neatly wrapped in a tent.
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My goodness, memories came flooding in… I could walk for hours up and down the tideline with my eyes glued to the ground. Cake tins filled with shells – where are they now, I wonder?
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Not too good for posture, actually – tends to make one stooped!
Maybe you still have them stashed away?
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Beautiful finds.
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It was surprising, because a cursory glance ($£%&%$!!! Not a shell in %^%& sight!) revealed nothing but tiny bits
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Good. Not goo. Sorry. Pardon. We don’t want goo.
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Some goods gooed give good goo – like condensed milk!
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🙂 A gooey week-end to you my friend.
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That’s pretty goo Col. Since shells, cauris were once money, you can take your money to the bank.
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Withdrawing money from the bank is more like. Then, if it is live, you throw it back and the deposit grows!
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I once suggested to a common friend, Tiffany Choong, the crazy bag lady, to pour water on banknotes to see if it would grow. Unfortunately she reported that the experiment did not work. We’ll have to think of something else. 😦
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With the drought we have at present, the water would be more valuable than the note!
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“I can hear the rain…”
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*excitedly* Yes, we have had a few drops. Then we went up to Shongweni to an animal farm and the mist came down and we froze half to death. Amazing what a difference a few hundred metres of altitude can make.
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What a nice collection, and yes more beach combing is always the answer✨
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I do need to allocate far more time to it!
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You must😆
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Beach combing is a favorite pastime of mine . . . every few years when I am near a beach.
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That is one of the shortcomings – one does need a beach for it.
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