Mr. Sutton cannot grow real flowers in his seaside garden so he makes his own out of shells.
Exterior. L/S of an almost deserted, wind swept beach. An elderly man is bending over to pick up shells. He then places them into his wicker basket. The man is Edwin Sutton, a beach warden. Various shots of Mr. Sutton, the basket and shells being picked up from the sand. The narrator comments that this must be surely be "the tidiest stretch of sand in the country - have you ever heard of anyone who carried neatness this far"? Mr. S. eventually fills his basket and walks off.
M/S of Mr. S. walking along a country road past a picket fence. Panning shot follows Mr. S. as he walks towards his cottage. On the walls and on slabs of concrete around the cottage are intricate patterns made from seashells. M/S of Mr. S. in his back yard. He places the basket of shells on a rickety old table. He picks up a slab of concrete and begins smearing cement over it. C/U of the roughly shaped slab and Mr. S.'s trowel of cement. Mr. S. picks up the slab and places it on the table. He then chooses a conical shell and places it onto the cement. He then proceeds to arrange mussel shells around it to form the pattern of a daisy. The narrator explains that Mr. S, formerly a landscape gardener, found that growing real flowers in his garden was too difficult - the soil was too sandy and the spray from the sea was too salty. Various C/Us of Mr. S.'s previous work - shell covered flower pots and beautiful flower patterned wall mosaics. M/S of Mr. S. painting the daisy pattern made from shells with bright colours. C/U of the final touches of paint being added to the pattern. C/U of a multicoloured rose and daisy pattern on a large slab of concrete. Various C/Us of Mr. S's work, including the decoration around the name of the cottage - 'St. Aubrey' - hanging on his front porch. C/U of a large pink concrete rose in the middle of one of Mr. S.'s creations.