Shells...whenever I am on the beach I pick up some shells. Have done this since the first time I came here. Picking up shells is a thing you learn as a child. I loved making things with the shells.
At home we had 1 rather exotic big shell and if you took it to your ear you could hear the sea. I really believed that story.
The shells on the beach are not very exotic. They are simple shells in all kind of colours. I am always picking up some. It almost goes without thinking. Perhaps it is somewhere in my genes
One day it can be that I only pick up the yellow ones and on other days I pick up all kinds. They always go into a pocket from my worn out black fleece jacket.
There is no reason for picking up shells. It is just nice to do.