This morning the beach was foggy, but not cold.  The Don CeSar was shrouded in a cloud, and only the incoming waves could be seen; the distant horizon was blank.  Only a few people were walking up and down--such a change from yesterday, when it was bright and sunny and the beach was packed with umbrellas and holiday-makers.

The sun may have been absent, but there were lots of shells.  My firm resolve to stop bringing more shells into the house was severely tested.  You can see how well I resisted temptation:

I found a grey scallop, an intact sunray, two lettered olives, a bit of purple sea-whip, a teeny-tiny sea urchin, a worm shell, a bit of sea glass, two shark eyes, a pale auger, a calico, several orange jingles (the photo doesn't do their color justice), a comb bittersweet clam, and some cat's paws.  But there were many, many other shells I did not pick up.  For the record.