I think of margins on the seashore.
In the old days on the Isle of Wight you could pick up cowrie shells which were were just on the edge.
And the best seaweed – the type you pop with your fingers – was always on the margin.
Exploring the margins of life
I think of margins on the seashore.
In the old days on the Isle of Wight you could pick up cowrie shells which were were just on the edge.
And the best seaweed – the type you pop with your fingers – was always on the margin.