In winter the wind-whipped tree branches are covered in lichen and the dry grasses cling to the gravely shoreline
I crunched my way along the shingle determined to find treasure.
I confess this place is not a treasure seeker's paradise but I kept on looking
A lone feather caught my eye but it could hardly be called treasure.
But then I struck gold! Well not quite gold but it was good enough for me on this blustery February day.
This small piece of green sea glass sat twinkling in the sunshine. My birthstone is emerald so I had found treasure indeed.