There was a clear contrast in the vegetation of the shingled area of the Rye Harbour Nature Reserve. The shingle had broad stretches of bare pebbles, occasionally broken by one or other member a distinctive community of plants which could cope with the trying conditions. Elsewhere, all was what seemed like an unbroken carpet; many different grasses, interspersed with meadow wildflowers, some of them salt marsh specialities.
The only plants I noticed which managed to grow both sides of this divide were mallows, which happened to be in flower we were there.