SEATON SANDS, 24 JULY 2019.

8pm.
Once again it was boiling, the Car Park was packed and the devoted twitchers stood watching the Little Terns.
Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed for the sea.
Mams, Dads and kids tip-toed their way back to the Car Park from the cooling sea as barefoot, they negotiated the stoney part of the beach.

Groups stood chatting.
Groups sat chatting.
People walked to the water's edge, then off came the shoes.
It was a little like an open air shoe shop.
Beach Buoy imagined the conversations.
"Do you have these in a seven?"
"Do they come in brown too?" 

Out in the Bay, two small ships, almost identical to one another , passed between  The Gares and looked as if one or both were powering away from a mirror.
The sea was calm with just a few small waves breaking at the very last second, almost an after thought 

They headed up to the dune edge for a sit and think.
Beach Buoy surveyed the scene and Stubborn dog fell asleep.
Small Black Flies hovered around like miniature drones; they were just as annoying.
The Red Hot Sun turned a shade of Lemon, as it did so a lovely breeze picked up from the south.
This fresher air was packed with the scent of Sun-dried seaweed.
BEACH BUOY