Beach Buoy needed a long walk.
He headed to Seaton Snooks on foot, Another Dog came along too.
Beach Buoy needed to switch off, just walk, clear the head.
No notes made for blog,
Just walk and take a photograph or ten.
The wind was relentless.
It was 2 p.m.
They cut through the newer houses to the south.
Above: The entrance to North Gare Beach.
Zinc Works Road.
Coastal Cows.
Like Beach Buoy, still standing.
Pole, saying."Don't ask me ."
The entrance to a field that was once the site of the buildings that were the Snooks.
Now home to horses.
There was something about the Snooks that appealed to Beach Buoy, the history, the people, their position as outsiders.
Old corrugated shed once home to a digger to quarry for dune sand.
Driftwood and crab pots.
Ghost fishing gear.
It is now reported so hopefully will be collected soon?
The river mouth was wild.
The bay was no calmer.
They checked in on Stubborn Dog.
Beach Buoy placed placed some dune found stones and patted
THE
stone.
"Afternoon Mate."
They carried on.
"See you mate."
It was a slow walk back along the water's edge with a strong wind for company.
They headed back to the house..
It was a three hour walk.
BEACH BUOY.
