In progress... Lots to catch up.
It was wild and windy.
The clocks had gone back.
Another Dog had gone back to bed.
Beach Buoy went to the beach alone.
The Sun painted a single cloud in gold.
He headed south.
He collected five suitable stones.
The light was gorgeous.
The wind was wild.
Beach Buoy couldn't stay sood upright with feet side by side
If he stopped to take photographs or make beach notes, he had to stretch out one leg to provide support against the gusting winds.
Three hungry-looking and wind-swept Crows stood nearby.
Beach Buoy placed some seeds behind a small natural windbreak.
Beyond the shifting sands, Seafront Houses took turns to reflect the sunlight.
So many White Horses in the Bay that Beach Buoy could almost hear Jackie singing...
He headed to the low level route.
The Sun shone as though it was wind-powered.
The tell-tale tracks of the Gentleman who sleeps rough showed that he had left the beach and dunes before the storm.
Beach Buoy walked the low level route.
He selected two sturdy stones for the sea defence.
He climbed the small slope out of the partial shelter of the dunes edge.
"Morning Mate."
The greeting was carried out to sea by the strong wind running across the dunes grass .he added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He scattered some seeds.
He had a stand and a think.
The stand, think and not be blown over view.
"See you mate."
He headed back to the beach.
Two Crows and a Magpie flew to the stack.
They were more blown there than actually flying.
.
He headed back north.
Two hoods up, head down.
A dog walker was blown a long the water's edge.
To the north, one person was sat on the beach.
Perhaps taking photographs of the beach's shifting sands or possibly praying to the random steel pipe Gods?
A Dog walker passed the scene.
"Nothing to see here."
A couple braved the water's edge.
