Beachcombing is the combining of worlds. We scour and search for treasures from the ocean, perhaps originally shared by the land, subsequently altered and gifted back, jewels and treasures from our own detritus, seaglass being an excellent example. When I lived in Wick, in Scotland, there had once been a glass manufacturer, Caithness Glass (famous for providing the BBC Mastermind trophy. They are now based in Perthshire, rather than Caithness, yet they still use the name). Sometimes, pieces of this glass would wash up in the local charity shops, perhaps ornate perfume bottles or bud vases, each of such colour and splendour as to bring to mind the glasswares of ancient Rome, or Byzantium.
Love both parts of this, the fiction and the non. When I was younger, I was an avid shell collector, and I still have most of them. But I did begin to think about how that collecting impacted nature, not really reaching any conclusion. Now, I occasionally pick up a rock or stone that calls to me, but even then hesitant, not sure of the impact of taking nature's bounty from the shore line. Do you ever feel this?
loved wandering the beach with you. I used to collect seaglass with my 4 children on holidays in Cornwall. They were all educated at home and we used them for wonderful art projects. I visited Cornwall last year and found an artist working the blue and green chips into beautiful necklaces -- brought back lovely memories and gave one to my daughter who lives across many seas for Christmas.
Love both parts of this, the fiction and the non. When I was younger, I was an avid shell collector, and I still have most of them. But I did begin to think about how that collecting impacted nature, not really reaching any conclusion. Now, I occasionally pick up a rock or stone that calls to me, but even then hesitant, not sure of the impact of taking nature's bounty from the shore line. Do you ever feel this?
loved wandering the beach with you. I used to collect seaglass with my 4 children on holidays in Cornwall. They were all educated at home and we used them for wonderful art projects. I visited Cornwall last year and found an artist working the blue and green chips into beautiful necklaces -- brought back lovely memories and gave one to my daughter who lives across many seas for Christmas.