It was a Sunday afternoon.
It was bright but would be dark in two hours.
Beach Buoy couldn't face just sitting watching the day fade into night.
He put the bike on the van's bike rack and headed off for Greatham Creek.
Beach Buoy headed for the river as did a dozen or so Seals.
A couple were just ahead of the seals, trying to take some photographs to share.
Beach Buoy chatted to the couple.
They discussed the dread of the dark-early nights, but also the joys of having nature on your doorstep.
He cycled back towards the van, stopping at another bird hide along the way.
BEACH BUOY.
