THE CLOCKS HAD GONE BACK TO GMT OVERNIGHT.
THEY DROVE TO THE BEACH, ARRIVING AT 6-20 AM
THERE WAS SOME LIGHT ALTHOUGH SUNRISE WOULDN'T BE UNTIL AROUND 6-55 ISH.
A PHOTOGRAPHER WAS LEANING AGAINST THE PROMENADE WALL.
HIS CAMERA WAS ON A TRIPOD, WAITING FOR THE SUNRISE.
BEACH BUOY AND STUBBORN DOG MADE THEIR WAY TO THE WATER'S EDGE.
BEACH BUOY RELEASED SOME SEA POTTERY FINDS BACK TO THE WILD FOR OTHERS TO FIND.
HE HAD ENJOYED FINDING THEM, BUT NOW HAD NO NEED FOR THEM.
A NARROW LINE OF SEA COAL MARKED A PREVIOUS STRAND LINE.
THE TIDE WAS WELL OUT.
THERE WAS A BREEZE FROM THE SOUTH WEST.
A JOGGER PASSED AS THEY HEADED UP TO THE STACK.
BEACH BUOY RUBBED OLD COLD HANDS THEN SIPPED SOME HOT COFFEE.
THE JOGGER PAUSED TO TAKE SOME PHOTOGRAPHS.
THE SUN ROSE.
ROCKPOOL
A ROCK.
A POOL.
NO ENTRY.
THEY STOOD.
THEY WATCHED THE SEA.
BEACH BUOY DRANK SOME COFFEE FROM HIS THERMAL CUP.
IT WAS 7-22 AM
EVEN STUBBORN DOG'S SHADOW WAS STUBBORN.
THE GREY ROCKS AT THE SOUTH END OF THE BEACH.
THE STACK IS TO THE RIGHT JUST BEYOND THE DUNE EDGE.
THE SUN SLIPPED BEHIND SOME CLOUD FOR A SHORT WHILE.
IN AN INSTANT THE WHOLE FEEL OF THE DAY CHANGED.
THEY SAID GOODBYE TO THE BEACH... FOR NOW.
THEY MOVED FROM THE CAR PARK, STOPPING OPPOSITE THE VILLAGE GREEN.
THEY DID A PROMENADE WALK.
THEY WALKED AROUND THE VILLAGE GREEN.
THE DIP IN THE PATH, NEAR THE END OF THE SHADOW IS A BOMB CRATER
THAT HASN'T BEEN FILLED IN AS MUCH AS MAYBE IT SHOULD HAVE DONE.
STUBBORN DOG CLEANING HIS SANDY PAWS WITH A SEA VIEW.
THE PROMENADE.
THE VAN IN BEACH HUT MODE.
SEATON CAREW WAR MEMORIAL.
GOD BLESS.
BEACH BUOY MADE AN UNUSUAL PROMENADE FIND.
A ROMA KEYRING.
HE HUNG IT ON THE VAN'S MIRROR.
IT WAS 8-59 AM
THEY SET OFF BACK TO BASE CAMP.
BEACH BUOY.
