Monday evening.
Just a walk to the stack to get some steps in.
It was 6-54.
Another Dog wasn't so sure that it was a good idea...
They headed south.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
It was overcast, warm with a breeze from the west.
A Dad with a metal detector searched the dune edge.
His young daughter did cartwheels and rolled down the dunes slopes like a barrel.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.
He added two sturdy stones to the sea defence.
Nearby a couple sat on a dune slope with loud music for company.
"Evening Mate."
It was 7-26.
He added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
He watched the sea.
"See you mate."
Back along the water's edge.
Dune Tunes drifted out to sea.
The tide was heading out.
The wreck was coming ashore once more.
Paul.
