The world is in a storm and my bit of heaven at Shangri-Lar was not exempt from its gusts and buffets. I picked up branches and other things slapped round by Mother Nature (including our Shangri-Lar sign) and then walked on the beach with Winston the Wonderdog.
Hope springs eternal as I keep my eye peeled for blown glass Japanese floats . . . and today I was rewarded with not one but four pieces of beach glass, two blue. That’s sort of like hitting 21 in Las Vegas.
It’s goofy, I know, but I feel very, very rich when I find such treasures.
What surprise finds tickle your toes?