Starfish

So, it is the second weekend in May. It is cold, damp and windy. As the rain hit the roof of the conservatory my mind wandered to sunshine drenched beaches, cocktails, calypso music and the sound of the sea. All I could find around me was this shell. It didn't come from a tropical beach - I wouldn't have taken it. I did however buy it from a stall by the beach in Brighton. So I'm not entirely blameless.