I picked up a shell on Weymouth beach. Not the usual, touristy end of Weymouth’s beach, far to the left, or right, depending on which way you are facing.
The sand on Weymouth’s central beach is said to be as good as any sand you’ll find for building sandcastles, but as you wander along the beach with the view of Portland over your shoulder the sand turns to a mixture of small pebbles and shells.
Of course, I’m guessing you know me well enough by now to know that a pebble beach to me is treasure beneath my feet. Within minutes I’d found my shell and as I clasped it tightly in my hand, a smile travelled up to my face.
Ok, so we’re in Weymouth again. Have we moved yet? No, unfortunately not, but we’re so close now it’s hard not to hold my breath.
If I hold my shell up to my ears I can hear the sea inside it, “One Day” is so close now I can almost hear the seagulls when I close my eyes.
More from before: various visits to “Weymouth“.
Photographic Memories 
Here’s to the sound of crashing waves and the cries of gulls, Sallyann, and to smelling the brine when you close your eyes! I hope you will open your eyes very soon and discover with delight that the much-anticipated move is behind you. Lovely post!
Thanks. When we do get here, I’ll tell the world and his wife… And anyone else who will listen. 😊
Hoping all things on the moving (sorry! – relocating!) front come together soon! 🙂
Hoping this end too. Dealing with officialdom last time taught me to just keep going and going until I get the result I want. 😊
That’s a lovely shell. I hope it is a talisman that brings you the move you want and brings it soon. 🙂
Thanks Robin, my Nana used to say I could do anything I want, I’ve just got to want it enough to do it… I want this move for me and Hubby more than enough to get us both where we want to be. 😊