text:  It was glistening. It was still wet. The tide was going out. It had only just arrived on the beach. And the sun had only just come up because in winter the sun is late to rise in Shetland. So the sun was gleaming off it. And I can remember that my legs started shaking with excitement when I picked it up. And I think I vowed that if I ever found a second sea bean, I would take it to this place in Shetland where Catherine...