Stones in my pocket

We have a collection of shells and stones from a few places we've travelled, mostly Maine and Michigan. I like to pick them up off the beach and roll them in my pocket as I walk along the sand. Eventually one or two find their way home with us.

Last night, my husband went to yoga class where a friend shared a collection of stones that she'd gathered along a river in the Lake District.  He took one  home. We're both hoping for some Wordsworthian inspiration.