Flowers at the high tide line on a local beach. Sea Mayweed I think.

Within sight and sound of seals basking on low tide rocks and the abbey on Inchcolm.  Oh, and the Braefoot terminal loading ethyline on to a tanker.

A perfect beach for a quiet picnic perhaps – shells on the strand and lots of sea sculpted driftwood.

Wikipedia tells me that in Iceland this plant is called Baldr’s Brow – after the son of Odin.