Saturday morning.
Beach Buoy went to the beach alone.
He collected five suitable stones.
EAST
YORKSHIRE
ROCKS 😃
apparently.
The beach fisherman worked his way south.
Beach Buoy walked the low level route.
He added two sturdy stones to the sea defence.
Up the small slope to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone
He added five more.
He topped up the wildlife water bowl.
It was good to see that something had been making use of it.
The level was down.
Down more than evaporation alone.
He scattered some seeds.
He looked to the north.
He made his way to the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
Time to sit and think.
No sooner had Beach Buoy returned to the low level route, then a Magpie appeared for breakfast.
Despite the big aerial, the Kestrel received a poor reception from the Little Terns.
They bullied it away from the nest site.
They kept dive bombing it on the roof.
Last seen heading in land with an escort of Little Terns.
42 items beach clean.
Paul.
