SUNDAY 09 MAY 2021.

Greatham Creek.

Took Stubborn Dog for a carry ; a change of scene.

He is bored and not well.

They didn't stay long.

Fast forward to 4-20 pm.

Beach Buoy headed to the beach, alone and on foot.

As he passed the Cricket Club someone had just reached a century, applause rang out. 

Spots of rain began to fall as he reached the beach car park.

It was 4-30pm.

He headed for the sea.

It looked like the tide had turned around an hour ago , The strand line and water's edge were close but growing ever more apart as the tide receded.

A couple walked the freshly exposed sand, heading North.

Beach Buoy headed South. 

A family milled around a lone tent and windbreak.

There was a mild wind from the south west.

Rain drops become more regular as the walk progressed.

More couples headed North , hoping to avoid a soaking perhaps?

Beach Buoy wasn't bothered if it poured down or not.

He stacked the stack at 4-58.

He went to the dune edge and plonked himself down.

The rain eased into gentle spits and spots.

Sand Martins travelled just above him ,as they searched for flies along the dune edge.

A fly landed on Beach Buoy's beach book, as if trying to see what scribbled notes he had written about today's beach visit.

 

He photographed the finds for the blog.

He sat a while there seemed to be a gull feeding frenzy just offshore?

Four Gulls chased another that had found food.

Three Little Terns headed back to the nest site from their fishing trip.

They are so small; like first draught pencil sketches of much bigger birds.

He headed back.

Two White Scotty Dogs came running over to say hello.

One with a blue collar, the other with a red one.

He gave both dogs a neck scratch and ear rub.

'Sorry!' shouted the lady owner.

'It's OK.'

He left the beach as a horse and Pony arrived.

BEACH BUOY.