Settling in where saints have walked

We walked along the beach to the river that flows out at the far end of Oxwich Bay today. Then we drove out to hunt for a grocery store to get some things we had forgotten to pack, for our two week stay. After supper I started writing a new short story about a modern troubador.
This morning's weather was warm and sunny  again with interesting clouds. First, we walked to St Illtud's Parish church a couple of hundred yards beyond the Oxwich Bay hotel.
It's a 12th century church on the site of a 6th century hermitage, with a churchyard that is two thirds of a circle. The coast path runs straight alongside the church on the remaining side above the shore. It may have been established at the time Illtud's monastic school in Llantwit Major began to operate. It's  forty three miles by road now, then it was at least two days walking, so it was quicker, more direct to sail across twenty five miles of coastal waters. The church was closed but there's a Eucharist there this Sunday so we will attend.
The coastal path to Oxwich Point from the church involves long flights of steps, ascending and descending nearly a hundred metres. Getting to the top alone was tough going which drained me frightfully, so we retraced our steps and walked along the beach instead, and had a picnic lunch on the edge of the dunes.
The beach is quite free of bottles and cans, but in one section, perhaps as a product of complex sea currents, the sand contains thousands of pieces of thin coloured nylon twine, from one to twenty centimetres long, of the kind used used in fishing nets. There was also a mound of broken net washed in by the tide. In a short stretch of shore, where the sea current may be strongest, I collected four handfuls of broken lengths of net  twine, the breakdown product from a large piece of net abandoned to the sea.
It's a toxic product of modern fishing practice. Why can't the industry revert over time to biodegradable hemp twine, as originally used?
The short story I started to write is developing into a novella. Ideas and words just flow, I've written four thousand already. Goodness knows where this all comes from. I'm quite excited by this creative growth spurt.