Nobody likes to slice their toe open on a shell.
|Pruned feet are easily cut on a sharp shell|
Or at least I think that’s what it was.
I was in three feet of water at the time, and – as is typically the case – horsing around when, next thing I knew, I was wincing in pain and hobbling to shore, flopping down on the wet sand, trying to get a good look.
It was deep, but clean …
Except for the shard I still found in it a day later.
|Can you see the three shell flecks in my big toe?|
But two days later it was still weeping and with a long three week summer holiday out of the country planned, wisdom prevailed and I was advised to have a doctor have a see before we boarded the plane.
Three more pieces still there …
But too small to get out.
All I can hope is that extra calcium is good for my bones!