“Sea glass?” “It’s all over these beaches. It’s old glass – rubbish, worn down, and tumbled smooth by the sea,” he says, looking at the piece in my hand. “My mother used to collect it. She’d say the sea was trying to give us back something beautiful from the ugly things we throw away.”

“Sea glass?” “It’s all over these beaches. It’s old glass – rubbish, worn down, and tumbled smooth by the sea,” he says, looking at the piece in my hand. “My mother used to collect it. She’d say the sea was trying to give us back something beautiful from the ugly things we throw away.”

— Sophie Cousens