Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog arrived at the blustery beach car park at 3-48 pm.
A Police Car drove by, slowly.
If they had turned up in the hope of a coffee then they were out of luck.
The Hungry Seagull had taken flight.
They reached the beach by 3-53 pm.
A chilly breeze blew from the west.
The tide was a good way out, the sky overcast.
If the bay was a painting, then today it had been painted with a pale palette of colours.
Soft sand was drifting in the strong breeze but it wasn't an issue as such.
The Village Church Bells rang for 4pm.
It was 3-58.
There were nine people to the north and two to the south,
South it was then, as it always is anyway.
It was a cold walk.
Two hoods went up.
Two hands went into pockets.
A man was stood on some large driftwood, like an additional branch.
Four ladies headed North.
They were within earshot but the barrel was facing the other way and their conversation was press-ganged out to sea by the strengthening breeze.
Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog stacked the stack but didn't linger tonight.
They returned to the beach and continued their southward trek to Sand Martin Corner.
The southern edge of the beach was more sheltered from the chilly breeze, thanks in part to the height of the grey rocks and the slope of the beach.
After a mooch in the shingle at Sand Martin Corner, they began their usual slow walk back.
Two horses approached from the North.
Beach Buoy recorded the finds that he had found.
As the walk ended the Sun decided to pay the coast a visit.
The sun may have come out , but the clouds to the south were making their presence know.
Beach Buoy.
