Beach Buoy reached the car park at 6-46 pm.
A Scout group were being busy bees.
There was a wind off the sea.
The tide was on the way out.
High tide had been about an hour ago at a guess.
Beach Buoy headed South, narrowly avoiding a near miss by a Dog's ball thrown by a lady nearby.
He headed south towards Stubborn Dog Stack.
The sea rolled and ran.
Beach Buoy stumbled and walked with his hands planted deeply in his pockets.
A man beach-combed nearby with a blue plastic bag and a flat cap.
The finds went into the bag.
His head went into the hat.
As Beach Buoy continued South, the wind was picking up more than the Flat-capped man.
Beach Buoy went to Stubborn Dog Stack.
It had been disturbed.
Around twenty stones had been removed and thrown around; it is going to happen.
Beach Buoy replaced them and added a couple more.
He went down to the beach and carried the heaviest rocks that he could carry.
He made a start surrounding the stack with much heavier stones.
If they want to disturb those, then they are going to have to work for it.
Five was a start.
It will be fully encompassed and kept in good order.
A cable drum side becomes driftwood.
He made a half-hearted attempt at FINDS.
"That's what Tiggers Do."
The Sun hung below a hanging cloud as he headed for the van.
There was a commotion in the distance.
The lifeboat was just offshore.
Ambulance and Police on Promenade.
Coastguard on beach.
It turned out to be that a Jet Ski rider had broken his leg badly and was off his machine.
They say he was in a bad way and his companions distraught.
A local sea swimming club; The Brass Monkeys happened to be on the beach and swam out to save the man.
Well done.
BEACH BUOY.
