Our trip to Portsmouth yesterday was satisfying and exhausting. But the shell selection was not as great as in years past. The wind was blowing hard, and you had to search the gullies that it created on the beach.
I don't think we found one whole whelk, tho' the tour operator handed us one (not sure he found it while over there yesterday; it was a bit too clean!).
I found a whole scotch bonnet; Vic found three. I found 2 whole olives and several partial ones. Vic found countless "cockles" (our word for them; I'll have to check my new shell guidebook to see what they actually are). He's excited and plotting a new hosta garden that will be bordered by shells.
I got to drive the ATV this time. It was wicked fun.