I love 'our' beach, it is so familiar, yet somehow, we never tire of it's warm sands. But, there is something very exciting about visiting a new beach, who's landscape is all new to us, it's colour darker and it's shells just a little foreign to us.
That was how we felt last week when we explored the shores at Carter's beach. A beautiful, isolated spot, we found the beach almost void of any other people, leaving us free to explore in glorious isolation.
And the shells, oh the shells. There were so many, in a rainbow of colour.
My little beachcomber came home with more shells than her little hands could carry, although she was not keen to take this little fella home with us-
But she did take home a huge shell collection, which now takes pride of place on our coffee table.