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.