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.
Your powers of observation haven’t changed Beach Buoy. Can just see that man in the flat cap. Stubborn Dog Stack will keep you going.
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