Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-20 p.m.
An overnight HGV driver was chatting to the Little Tern Wardens.
Perhaps asking just what the little birds story was?
The noisy terns gave their own version of events from a height.
A man in a flat cap and three quarter length trousers, threw a squeaky ball for his squeaky little dog.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south .
The sun was out.
The sea was rough, the tide more in than it was out.
A not unpleasant breeze blew from the north.
Beach Buoy moved to the dune edge and sat until a couple with a big dog off the lead had passed by.
In time he headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
As he did so, sunlight became sunshine.
Warmth.
Skylarks began to sing.
Shadows of Sand Martins weaved temporary patterns on the bright beach.
6-55.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on that driftwood wedge about a metre long.
Beach Buoy gave out a big sigh.
Release.
Content.
Up at Stubborn Dog Stack.
Beach Buoy stood to go.
The sun slipped behind a cloud.
Sunshine was just sunlight once more.
They walked the "easy" route.
A slow walk back as the tide crept in like a cat to claim the beach.
A twitter mate had asked about Little Tern numbers this year
Up on The Esplanade Beach Buoy went to ask.
"Over 170 and 68 nests."
BEACH BUOY.
