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  • I live by the sea, If I climb my steep back garden and peer between the odd shaped humps of the Torrs I can see it.
    My hobby, which I have been struggling to get back to lately, is making jewellery using fragments of glass washed up on the beach. A real treasure that the seaa has taken in a jagged shards of discarded rubbish from our carelessness and returned to us as a polished gem.
    One of the people I've met online, who also uses Sea Glass in her art, describes it as "delivered fresh, twice daily" I find all kinds of treasure on my local beach, shells, pebbles and fragments of ceramic, sometimes still strongly patterned others with vague hints of their original design. Some of the glass is hundreds of years old, may have come from some adventurous little wooden ship sailing on a dangerous voyage to unknown shores, a lot of it comes from local lads, boozing on the beach, it's all beautiful when the sea has finished with it. I've never found actual money on the beach but people do occasionally buy my jewellery.
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