Tansy. I never noticed before how the buds look varnished.
Buddleia, butterfly bush. This one towers far overhead. I didn't see any butterflies.
Hollyhock. These were my mother's favourite. She said that when she was a little girl, she made princess dolls out of them.
Roses, with a meddling tansy leaf getting in the way. Tansy or no tansy, I love that deep pink.
Teasels, about 8 feet tall. The flowers bloom in a ring that moves from the bottom to the top as they mature.
The flower heads are as spiny and tough as the stems. Even the leaves have sharp thorns.
Burdock. Lots of grabby burrs on the way. If it were not so determined to take over our gardens, we would think it attractive.
What we found on the beach itself will wait until tomorrow.