On Saturday, we went shelling with some friends on the North Beach. It was cold and windy. We were having a great time with all kinds of shells, when I spied a giant tun shell. I bent over, picked it up, and instantly said, “I win.” What? That’s right, “I win.”

It is easily the best shell I’ve ever found — and I’ve walked on a lot of beaches in my lifetime.

The recently deceased creature was still in the shell. When I picked up the shell, the dead creature fell out on to the sand. It left a huge stench behind. The smell kept coming to us in waves. But it was so worth it. What fun.

And then Ted found one, too! When we catch our breath, we’ll try to post some pictures.