|My walk started at Seaton Sands.|
I headed towards the North Gare; two dogs in tow.
The tide was low and the sky was dull.
|Plenty of Gravel patches.|
|The North Gare ahead; picking up finds as I went.|
|Two fellow beachcombers checking the gravel patches for finds.|
|We crossed over to the North Gare Beach.|
|Driftwood scattered on the rocks.|
|Then back onto the Seaton Beach and back to the car.|
|The tide was working it's way back in.|
|I was here.|