The cobblestone beaches were stunning- gray with purple shells and driftwood and seals. The most amazing part was the sound the ocean made as the waves receded from the beach. Keith called it the ocean breathing. There was a sign saying no collecting of anything except driftwood, but I figured if I could find 5 pieces of trash then it would be ok to take one small cobblestone. The seals didn’t mind. They appreciated me picking up trash too.