Wossat?

The good news...

"What is that thing called, love"?

"It's called sunshine, my little piranha".

The bad news...

We walked three miles along the shingle and found half a dozen tiny slivers of sea glass.  Seems the heavy seas and winter storms have washed away all the lighter sand and shingle - where you find the glass - and left the larger pebbles.  It'll return but when?  Hmmm...