Now, you’d think a beach with that name would excite all the shell collectors, like me, in the world. Found on the Coral Coast of Western Australia, in the Shark Bay region, it stretches for kilometers in each direction and there wasn’t a soul in sight! Millions, or trillions of unguarded shells.
But wait! the signs say “please do not remove shells from the beach”. An explanation of the importance of the shells to the ecology of the area is given, so I held back a dishonest urge.
I did not stop from reaching down and filling my cupped hands with the bleached specimens, slowly pouring them through the gap I created. After reading the ecology epistle, I guiltily crunched my way back to the car, squinting at the white carpet reflecting the hot sun.
Take footwear, a hat and water. As you can see from my entry in the weekly photo challenge – dense, the shells aren’t terribly remarkable. Larger, more exciting samples are all over the beaches in Albany!