The tide, the waves and the salt have combined to leave their mark – breaking the glass into small pieces; blunting the edges; and, discolouring the clarity of the glass. They have transformed them into seaglass.
I suspect that one’s first impression upon viewing the haul depends on one’s particular perspective.
The hydrodynamic expert, or Marine Engineer, may raise an eyebrow at how the harbour distributes such a large amount in one concentrated location.
The marketing guru may be tempted to try a different colour bottle for the next new brand of gin or vodka to be launched – maybe not a unique selling point, but not a ‘same as all the others’ selling point.
The environmentalist may have conflicting emotions. There may be happiness at removing what was rubbish from the beach. This may conflict with regret at stopping the ultimate recycling process when the glass might return to sand.
The mosaic artist and the statistician are likely to have even further considerations.
Impressions were quickly replaced with shouts of ‘found a brown one’ or ‘got a big piece’. The dogs walked themselves.
Beach. Weather. Family fun. We left happy.