Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog arrived at the car park at 3-40 pm.
It had been snowing.
The sun had appeared briefly.
As Beach Buoy parked up, the heavens opened.
The wind roared and hailed rattled the van.
They waited a while.
Seabirds were squatted around the car park, bracing themselves and facing the wind.
Two prats in a Red Honda Civic came tearing into the car park and drove at the birds.
The birds took flight as did the prats.
The Pratmobile braked as they left the car park.
Beach Buoy noticed a brake light was not working.
Hopefully one day soon the driver will be pulled up by the Police and suffer some sort of karma justice.
The hail had ceased enough to tempt them out of the van.
They headed to the water's edge.
The water's edge headed to them, the wild wind making the waves run and run.
It was a little brighter to the south.
The north seemed to be in the grip of another hail storm?
The Bay was just a mass of breaking waves.
The hail came again:it was like bullets.
Beach Buoy twisted his head away from the direction of the wind.
He closed his left eye to protect it from the blast, scrunching up his face as he did so.
He felt a little like Qusimodo as he shuffled along then hail-blasted beach.
Strands of Seaweed tumbled across the beach in the strong wind looking like long-legged beach spiders, scampering for shelter in the dunes.
Beach Buoy stacked the stack.
Four beach stones plus the two smaller ones in the photograph above.
The stack.
The hail increased again.
They headed back via the dunes for a while, looking for some protection from the force of the cold blast and snowy shrapnel.
They passed a Seal in the dunes that seemed to have had the same idea.
It was huddled behind one of the dune banks.
Perhaps it was seeking refuge from the tormented sea?
Only to be greeted by an on-land version.
Out of the frying pan and into the fire, but with all of the heat removed from the situation.
It looked well.
Beach Buoy let it shelter in peace.
They hopped back down to the beach
The latest blast had edged the dune with additional white and had turned Beach Buoy's brown beach bag white.
It was still quite light but both ends of the bay had succumbed to a stormy gloom.
Piers to north and south were being battered by a moody sea.
