We felt transported to ‘singing sands’ on the west coast of Scotland and as we walked along the beach with the familiar sound to every step we made, the salty sea air gently blowing into our faces, we spot the occasional seal popping his head curiously out of the water - it was goodbye to cares. A little lively on the tongue - imagine frolicking otters having plenty of fun.

Diluted we spot an old abandoned boat amongst the kelp stems washed ashore and on the palate now very different – herbal, oily and salty but at the same time as sweet as those long summer days in Scotland.