On the 25th and 26th of last month (I hope you like my subtle reference) we walked my dog on a very wet and extremely windy beach.
I went with my ex and his daughter, but she turned back as soon as the rain started !
I love it, even in bad weather, but the rain did actually stop and the sun came out.
The storms have been very severe on the West and South coast of the UK, causing really bad flooding, fatally large waves and numerous power cuts.
On our stretch of the beach, the ferocious sea destroyed the lives of hundreds and hundreds of wee beasties.
When I saw the first two, I was thinking about running down to the now receding shoreline and trying to revive them , but then looking along the beach, we saw hundreds and hundreds.
I've never even seen one on the beach before, so it was all very unusual. It was even reported in the local newspaper.
I carefully collected three small ones in a doggy bag and took them home. I'm rather squeamish and they seemed so alive. So much so, that we put them in a bucket of salty water, just in case, but to no avail. The poor wee beasts had lost their fight with nature.
Now, they adorn my buffet, because nature is indeed beautiful.
On the shelf is a 'thing' I found on the road side, a metal plate from a small sign. It's not one of nature's castoffs, but nature has given it a wonderful patina.
This morning, on a different stretch of beach, I found this great lump of wood (well, two bits nailed together actually) and decided there needed to be a little change around.
And another lump of driftwood got to be on show.
(I know there are crystals in the bird bath, that's another post for another day)
I left the reindeer, because reindeers are like puppies, they're not just for Christmas. And contrary to what it looks like in the photos, there's no danger of anyone poking their eye out as they walk through the door !