Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog arrived at 6-12 pm.
The Hungry Seagull had packed up and was leaving the promenade.
A Fire Engine was parked up near the dunes.
The crew were packing up their gear.
Looks like another prat had set fire to the dune system?
Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed for the beach.
The tide was way out.
There was a breeze off the sea, with a hint of a chill and some south thrown in for luck.
The Moon had received a Post Card off the Sun;
"WISH YOU WERE HERE.
So it turned up to see what all of the fuss was about.
The beach was very quiet.
It was bright.
The angle of the Sun meant that when a seagull flew overhead, its shadow would run the beach.
They hovered like Chip Vultures.
The air was unmistakably, sea air.
As they headed south, the north seemed to be filling up?
They walked the strand line, picking up anything of interest as they did so.
It was 6-44 pm where they stacked the stack.
They paused a while to think about things.
They walked the shingle up near the grey rocks before doing the same down along the side of the Pier.
Shingle had filled any gaps that had formed between the pier and the beach due to the action of the sea.
They sat a while.
Sea Defence.
After a while they began to head back.
The breeze was on their backs as they headed along the beach.
A Skylark was singing for his supper, over the dunes.
Still no more Sand Martins after the one spotted down near the Pier a good few days ago.
The finds.
One piece seems to have an unusual pottery mark?
