Take me to a beach...

...and I'll stare at the rocks.

The beds had been stripped, the house had been cleaned, the cars had been packed and we were ready to go. Instead of heading directly back to Edinburgh, we collected a picnic lunch and headed to a nearby beach for an afternoon in the sun. Unfortunately it was beach with pretty rock faces so I spent more time clambering on them and looking at their composition than I did admiring the sea. It was also a beach riddled with sea glass so when I wasn't staring at the cliffs I was eyes down to the sand gathering little pieces of rough polished beauty.