It's almost impossible for me to walk along the beaches of West Cornwall, without stopping to pick something up and pop it into my pocket. I'm a born Magpie.
I like collections too. For a while it was Razor shells I looked out for. Then pebbles shaped like hearts. This summer has seen me pick up pebbles that remind me of a speckled bird's egg, and those with stripes running through them.
I'm not sure why this caught my eye. I think it is rather beautiful.
It reminds me of the pump houses dotted across the Cornish landscape. A reminder of it's tin mining heritage. Beautiful beacons of a bygone industry. Iconic.
I put it in my pocket and walk on.
Joining in with Lou's Nature In The Home series