The coast seems to stretch on for miles in either direction.  The ocean itself has receded some and the tide has not yet rolled in.  The water laps half-heartedly at the sand and the glistening shades of seashells dot the wet sand.  All around the sand gleams a shade of white.
Coast, Shore
there is the lighthouse keeper on his daily walk up the boardwalk.
there is also a young woman selling flowers to passersby.
I am a poor young woman who was recently widowed. I sell flowers to travelers and passersby on the road outside my village. I hope to earn enough money to be able to provide for myself and my child.
What are you doing here? I make sure the lighthouse works Can I interest you in some flowers? They would look great in the lighthouse  Would they? I'm sure they would. My child loves lighthouses  I am carrying nothing.  I can give you one for free so you can take it with you I'd love that. What do you think of the sand and sea glass?  It's beautiful, I think I will take some with me. What about you? I'll come some other time. I have long working hours ahead.  Is it not more work at night? yes