Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached Sandy Car Park at 6-05 a.m.
Team One Black Ear had just finished their beach walk.
They were sat at the "Sand out of your shoes." Bench.
They chatted.
The person who walks the car park perimeter did so.
Little Terns chattered as they headed to the beach.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
Two Ringed Plovers were about six metres apart, unseen offspring somewhere in-between.
The adults echoes off one another as they tried to catch Beach Buoy's attention.
It worked...
A Ship slipped into the river between the Gares.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked down to the lazy strand-line, choosing to walk the flatter tidal sands.
A lady was beachcombing her way back to the north.
Her dog wandered on its long lead.
"Morning."
"Morning."
They headed south, by the sea.
A Seal bobbed up.
It too began to head south.
There was a slight but pleasant breeze blowing from the north west.
The tide was quite high but heading out.
The Little Terns were busy.
North and south, just beyond the water's edge.
Beach Buoy paused to watch them drop and plop into the sea.
They walked the low level route.
Beach Buoy added two sturdy stones to the sea defence.
A Sand Martin seemed to pass by in slow motion.
Up the small slope.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-44.
He patted
THE
stone.
Sit and think.
Think and sit.
Gull and Sand Martin.
Beach Buoy spotted a waiting Magpie.