My parents used to take me and my two sisters on long summer holidays to Jersey where building sand castles and hunting for shells was accepted as de rigeur.

Dad would find limpet shells that had lost their tops. With his back turned, he would place one in each eye, like monocles, and suddenly turn towards us in a gorilla-like stance, creating gales of laughter from us all – and from some other somewhat bewildered people on the beach.

We loved it!

Like father, like son?

These pics were taken whilst on Shell Beach with our family during my 65th birthday celebrations. The grandchildren didn’t want me to take the shells out, ‘not ever again, ever, ever, ever.’ They said it made me look more handsome. Hmmm.

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Piers
from the Saloon of
Play d’eau
Fleming 55

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