A circle of hand selected shells from the beautiful beaches of Donegal, Ireland.

As time passes since those long summer days spent in Ireland and as autumn begins to embrace me, I look back to those days spent mooching along the shore and recall how I would arrive back at my campervan, with pockets full of shells, empty them out (along with a lot of sand) and then clean them. My thoughts racing with how I would use them in the future.