A frosty tangle

Oh what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practise to deceive!

From Marmion. A Tale of Flodden Field. Canto vi. Stanza 17.
by Sir Walter Scott, Scottish author & novelist (1771 - 1832)


A frosted tangle of marine debris on the beach, mainly natural but including the ubiquitous plastic that we great apes throw away with gay abandon.