When I was a wee girl growing up in Bonnie Scotland, beaches were all about seaweed and stones.
There are sandy beaches in Scotland, but we spent most of our time at the more typically Scottish sort. And we four kids loved them!
We went to many, many beaches. Dad loved his boat and we spent our summer holidays sailing around the Hebridean islands. We scrambled over boulders, climbed cliffs, and loved to turn over rocks to chase the wee beasties that leapt about like fleas.