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| Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog arrived at the car park at 6-15 pm. A new mobile food outlet had parked up on the promenade called The Hungry Seagull. They headed for the beach. A couple were leaving the beach with their odd looking dog. It was a black dog with a white face as if it had been looking in a bag of flour for his favourite toy. He may have been a Border Collie but it wasn't clear, thanks to its very unusual markings. They carried on to the south. Another dog; definitely a Border Collie, rounded up a thousand invisible beach sheep as its owners walked and chatted seemingly unaware of their dogs sterling work. Those sheep were beginning to become a nuisance to be honest. A young couple walked on the wet sand. They were very vocal, their reflections followed along in silence. |
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| A Man was litter picking up near the stack. He had a large dog for company. Beach Buoy gave the stack a miss for tonight and headed towards the North Gare Pier. It was then that he realised that he hadn't heard the Skylarks. Have they gone? |
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| They went down to the North Gare Corner Sandbank to do a Sand Martin head count. Four of five flew around. Beach Buoy watched as one them climbed into its sandy burrow. |
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| They turned to head back as a Lone Oyster Catcher walked the water's edge. |
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| Two fishermen fished as their dog ran around in circles, thanks to the rope that it was tied to. |
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| A slow walk back with plenty of space. |
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| A photographer stands at the water's edge; Yachts the subject matter. |
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| A Scattering of Seacoal. |
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| Radio Two, Coffee and Hobnobs..... Beach Buoy |
