At nearly dead low tide there is plenty of space to stroll back & forth and soak up the the wonders of what one day's worth of high & low tides can produce. You become visually acute after years of beach combing and almost always find something that makes you smile!
Here a "sea brick" as I call them, is a lost art project! But now found and given another chance. It is another story, another mystery...who painted it? Was it a child spending a lazy summer afternoon at their grandmother's cottage? I would like to think so because that is what summer should be.