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| First beach for a few days! It was 3-30 pm when Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog arrived. As they left the van, a lady marched to the end of the Promenade, turned 180 degrees and headed back to the North; she was engrossed in her mobile phone. Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed for the water's edge. It wasn't a long walk as high tide would be in thirty minutes or so. |
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| Four small wading birds (Pebbles with legs.) ran in and out of the water as the tide came in and back out once more. A Lone Oyster Catcher crossed the beach diagonally, whistling like a builder as he did so. The Sea was calm but rippled with the waves only breaking at the last opportunity, as if it were an after thought. |
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| Beach Buoy took some stones up to the stack. There was a breeze up in the dunes from the west, it had felt completely calm on the beach, in more ways than one. |
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| The breeze must have been out in the bay too as the Turbines turned as one at a steady pace. |
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| They headed back. They met a Dog called Biscuit on the trek North; he was a little cracker. BEACH BUOY. |
