'Growing up I visited the famous shell shop at The Rocks in Sydney. When you entered it was like walking under the sea. Mum and I would go and buy the odd shell. She would secretly wedge some of them in rockpools up at Pearl Beach, where we holidayed once a year. Then she would say, ‘I think I saw something glinting in that pool,’ and suddenly I would find an empty dark-brown and cream spotted cone shell. On later examining the shell book I would find that the shell came from New Guinea and was terribly poisonous. When I wondered how it came to be at Pearl Beach, she would casually say, ‘Oh darling, remember that huge storm we had last week’.'
— Cressida Campbell