It was Wednesday.
Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog reached the car park at 6-22pm.
After a faff and a half they were on the beach by 6-30.
A yappy dog with a yappy owner walked down the access ramp to the beach.
There was the slightest of breezes off the sea, not enough to make the wind turbines turn.
It was a cold, slight breeze.
They headed down to the water's edge.
The chilly beach was fairly quiet.
The Seaton Carew Wreck was visible thanks to low tide and shifting sands.
The beach was vast.
Beach Buoy realised that at high tide the narrow beach is just a sandy promenade.
The air may heave been fairly still but the sea still had issues.
Beach Buoy searched any shingles patches that they came across.
The sea was running on and on once it had decided to head for land.
They stacked the stack before returning to the beach.
They headed to Sand Martin Corner.
They searched the shingle that was scattered around the World War Two Tank Traps, without a lot of success to be honest.
The Sand Martins were not on site again.
Word was, more tea bags and this mornings newspapers had been delivered to the portable cabin.
They began a slow walk back at 7-13 pm.
Back to the village.
Back to the van.
As they passed the stack Beach Buoy paused.....
There seemed to be singing coming from the that area.
The sailor souls must have found the barrel of brandy that was stored below the floorboards?
Have fun shipmates.
The sun began to set down behind the dunes.
The few finds.
BEACH BUOY.
