162 Cowries

off on a bot of a wild Coot chase but, almost as ever, failed again. On however to the beach by Aird an Runair for a stroll and this whelk was the precursor of some serious shell collecting.
For some reason, whenever I've seen a cowrie Ipick it up. Today the beach was infested with them as no other beach I have even seen. Even with dodgy knees I picked up 162 of them - and how sad is it that I counted them.
Then the day got better and better with the pizza van being in Balivanich at the same time as I went to pick up my weekly paper. Can't be bad....