It is imposable to come away from Dalston waste market empty handed hence my new shell collection that cost me Fifty whole pence. Whilst not in the realms of some expansive Victorian display it still holds a certain charm in its wrinkled pale yellow sheet.It reminds me of British sea side summer holidays spent beach combing and sand castle building that seem so far away in an overcast February London.Now I know my "Murex Endive" from my "Strombus Urseus" and my "Spotted Babylonia" from my "Dog Whelk" and dear reader so do you.
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