It was 6-25pm when Beach Buoy reached the Car Park.
It was a Wednesday.
A Lady leaned on the Promenade Wall, she watched the Little Terns through binoculars as her husband checked the oil level on his car.
The Little Tern area had been marked out with cones and ropes.
The £20000 fine might help people keep out too?
An unusual cloud followed Beach Buoy along the beach.
He took aim at some shingle patches as he headed south.
He gathered some some stones and headed up to stack the stack.
A couple dressed in black sat nearby with their backs to the sea; dune watching.
Beach Buoy headed to Sand Martin Corner.
An Artist had set up an Easel, he too had his back to the sea.
His companion sat nearby, choosing to watch the sea.
Beach Buoy turned to head back.
Beach Buoy felt a bit lost.
Stubborn Dog was too ill to come today.
BEACH BUOY.
