She saw sea shells on the sea shore.
Ambling along Cobnor Foreshore is a treasure trove of delights. 
Boats bobbing around in the natural harbour.
Much more wondrous is the nature reserve, you amble across bridges that let the tide slip in and out of salty march land with its birds, fish and seals.
The path gives way to pebble coast line with the most amazing oak trees that cling to the soil but stretch horizontal dipping some of their roots to the sea when it rises high enough.
Maybe it was the pure blue breeze-less skies, and t shirt temperature so unusual for mid October, that final grasp of summer clinging for one last afternoon before Autumn and the darkening days take hold.
Sitting dazzled by the shimming shore, my eyes ever looking for the magic nature shows me.
Always throwing up an amusing pebble, very seasonal to!
So much more than sea shells did she see on the seashore.
