Beach Buoy had been up ages. He and Stubborn Dog reached the Beach Car Park at 7-40 a.m. As they readied themselves at the side of the van, a car pulled up. Shouty People emptied out of the car with their Dogs. They must give a running commentary on their walks, rather than do a blog? They shouted their way to the water's edge, headed North, then South, then East, then South and thankfully finally plumped for North. Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed South.
The tide was well out. A chilly breeze bordering on wind, blew from the South.
Beach Buoy beachcombed on some shingle patches. A Hi-vis clad man with a Hi-vis clad Dog approached form the Grey Rocks. The man was having a conversation with someone unseen. A Phooka, only visible to the talker? Or maybe it was Bluetooth, possibly talking to the Shouty couple, asking how their walk was progressing?
Dark Gulls circled up above in a Grey Sky. They went round and round, like debris thrown up in a Tornado. Beach Buoy headed up to the Dunes; stones in hand for the stack. He paused a while and headed back to the sands. Someone had planted a driftwood tree into the soft sand. |