That bit about calling pottery bits sherds made me smile and the the word looks like my spellcheck might start a fight :)
As someone who lives far from a be;ach, I love how you mixed a simple walk with noticing small things, it felt calm and real.
I dont know Scotland well, but your windy East coast note came through and now I can almost hear the gulls.
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You know I have worked or lived in 69 countries, and in all but a handful I have been within a mile or so from a beach. I love that coastal fresh salty air and of course the noise of the gulls lol!
Sixty nine countries near the sea is wild, no wonder that salty air feels like home..
The gulls crack me up, that squabble and squeal is like the soundtrack to a walk, then the quiet after feels extra sweet :)
Your line made me picture those coasts stitched together, from calm bays to stormy edges, and it makes the Seafield clean up feel part of one big shoreline story.
Nothing beats that first breath of sa;lty breeze and a warm roll, prboably the best combo on a windy morning.
Oh yes a warm roll and salty breeze wakes you up hehe!