For the love of shells

 'Mummy come over here! Oh Mummy look! It's so pretty, wow!'

Sophia and I had visited a shell museum, the building of which had been built with the specific intention by a gentleman who wished to display his and his wife's shell collection after she passed away. This initial collection has been added too over the years by other donations from over the world.


The other visitors were amused by Sophia running round thankfully. It was very obvious she was in awe, excited, and desperate to explore all the shelves and cabinets. 

She asked questions, listened to me reading the information cards, and was very engaged.

She was allowed to choose a shell from the shop for her and her sister. 

On return back to her grandmother's house I did not expect her to make reference to it again particularly. 

She disappeared into the garden with her siblings. 

Within an hour I was invited to her shell museum, and had to pay a fee to enter the garden to the exhibit. 

She had four exhibition pieces: two larger unique creations, one of which featured a stone she had brought from the zoo she had visited. 

There were also two birds nests, made from leaves and shells, which reflected her lessons prior to going away on holiday. 

A few lovely, thoughtful ladies from my LinkedIn community have kindly been sharing pictures of bird nests recently, from an empty nest, to one with eggs in it, to one with hatched baby birds squashed in it. 

This has sparked a mini project and they've been reading up about them and watching about birds for a few weeks now. It was lovely to see that this interest had transcended into her shell museum. 

The trip had cost £9 and that included two momentos from the shop. I was incredibly happy that it held great educational value for her beyond just seeing some pretty shells. 



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