I love shells. I cannot stop myself from picking up as many as possible when I’m down on the beach.

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Here’s a small selection from our recent trip to Mablethorpe, on the east coast of Lincolnshire. All are common finds up and down the North Sea coastline. I love them when the shells are complete, and I love them when they are partly worn away so you can see the skeleton.

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I really couldn’t resist the worn shell on the left – see the little tiny one wedged inside it?

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A ragged line of razor shells marks the high tide line.

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And I competed with third-and-final son to see who could find the biggest oyster shell.