What would this torn scrap of canvas tell us? What adventures has it had? What sights has it seen?
If I leave it on my cutting table and pretend I am not listening will it start whispering its history?
There is so much to say about this scrap I don't really know where to start.
Hopefully very soon it will start to tell some new stories, embark on the next adventure in its tattered life.
Once again becoming useful, an essential part of something.
Rambles on the beach are part of our routines these days.
The whole family mooching along eyes down scanning the shingle for treasure.
From the smallest piece of seaglass ever glistening like a jewel sitting on a fragment of coconut husk.
Or a painted pine cone in a rusty tin.
One for the collection I think.
Love Nora xxxx