A Little Coastal Wander and a Spark of Inspiration You know how it is, don't you? One of those crisp, bright mornings, well wrapped up, with the sea breeze giving your cheeks a proper rosy glow. I was strolling along the shore, years ago now, the kind of day where the world just felt right, picking up bits and bobs, each one telling its own silent story. There’s something truly special about those perfectly tumbled pieces of nature, smoothed by countless tides, isn’t there? Each one unique, a tiny sculpture crafted by the elements over who knows how long. That morning, I found a particularly l...
