To most of you this is just a pebble and what on earth is she thinking taking a picture of it. Well it has a very series story and has been part of my life for many years.
In 1990 I was in Brighton & Hove and had to go through a very serious operation. All had gone well although I wasn't allowed to move from my bed or even in my bed for 5 days. You could imagine the pleasure when finally I was permitted to get off my back and down to the gardens.
Next day I was given the go ahead to walk gentle down to the beach, it was such an exhilaration that when I reached the shoreline I picked up this pebble and brought it back with me to the hospital room.
Suddenly a couple of hours later I collapsed but managed to pull an emergency cord, I had hemorrhaged and was rushed back to bed. Another week and I was allowed home, with my pebble in my bag. It has sat on a shelf in full view for nearly 30 years, an important part of my life, but was it a "Pebble Dash or a Pebble Stroll". There is one thing for certain, I have put on a few stones since then not pebbles.
I do like the shape and textures, just think how old it is and how long it had been rolling around the seas.
