Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-46 p.m.
It was a bright and in places busy.
There was a lovely breeze from the south east, blowing across the sea.
They headed south.
Three horse riders headed up the beach access ramp.
The tide was well out.
A large group of teenagers stood at the top of the highest dune.
A metal detectorist detected.
A couple that had been heading northwards paused.
They watched as a Ship took aim at the river mouth.
Up ahead, two seemed to be picking at the grey rocks?
Beach Buoy and Another Dog climbed the big slope.
Part way along the "easy" route, Beach Buoy glanced down to the beach below.
A Dad and lad were dragging two sledges of stones / rocks.
It looked like they were going all the way back to the car park?
It seemed odd
A Tractor spends much of the morning bringing stones to the south as it clears the "tourist" end of the beach.
7-16.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood wedge about a metre long.
He sipped fizzy water.
Another Dog laid nearby, sniffing the air as she watched the "easy" route for incoming.
Beach Buoy took out the binoculars.
No dolphins.
He did count around two dozen motorhomes/camper vans over at South Gare.
"See you mate."
They headed back.
They walked a slow walk back.
Gulls travelled from dune to sea.
Another photo shoot by the sea.
The models looked to be dressed in wedding attire this time?
A horse and rider headed to the dunes.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the van.
BEACH BUOY.
