No beach yesterday.
Beach Buoy spent much of the day either sleeping or throwing up.
All ok today.
Thursday.
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog parked up in Seaton Park Car Park.
As they turned into the Park, Beach Buoy gave a wave to Team One Black Ear.
Walk done, they were heading home.
It was very icy.
They arrived at 8-19 a m.
The usual van side fuss and faff meant that it was 8-30 when they reached sand.
The tide was way out.
There was a slight but chilling breeze from the west.
They set off southwards as they invariably do.
A lady with a tall terrier headed north.
The dog had a proud walk.
Beach Buoy was drawn towards the wreck.
It can't be helped.
The tide was out beyond the wreck.
Steam rose from a warm sea on an icy day.
Beach Buoy's Grandfather and Uncle were Fouyboatman.
The Uncle told the story of how on icy days they would dip their hands in the sea to warm up after pulling wet ropes as they tied incoming ships up.
Beach Buoy chose pockets and gloves to warm his hands up today.
God bless them all.
There was lots of shingle scatter today, south of the wreck site.
It would be rude not to search.
Beach Buoy searched.
Along the water's edge a lady threw a ball for her excited dog to chase.
"Oh my goodness."
Beach Buoy said out loud.
A lovely piece of sea pottery.
He doesn't keep much any more but this one is a keeper.
Beach Buoy and the dogs wandered up towards the dune edge.
Up on the heights a lady walked with her two dogs.
One White.
One Black.
A man and a Corgi walked northwards.
Beach Buoy and the dogs climbed The Big Slope.
They walked the "easy" route.
The Sea Serpent Marker from up on the "easy" route.
The steaming effect is quite visible on this photograph.
Lots of times it doesn't seem to show very well.
They progressed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
It was 9-11.
Beach Buoy added five beach stones to the stack.
He patted
THE
stone.
He turned over one of the two frosty planks and sat.
He sat watching the steaming sea.
It looked so odd even though he had been fortunate enough to see it on many occasions.
Eventually...
"See you mate."
They slid down the small slope in front of the stack.
They headed north to clear the grey rocks.
Once clear of the rocks they headed south to Sand Martin Corner.
A Lone Oyster Catcher pecked at some seaweed.
To the north, two walked with a yapping dog.
Beach Buoy and the dogs continued south to The Sun.
It was a beautiful morning.
Beach Buoy paused.
Two hoods came down.
Beach Buoy took deep fresh breaths as he looked out to sea.
The yapping dogs had turned back.
Another had arrived.
Distant yaps and nearby yaps just sounded like each others echo.
The crumbling machine gun post looked down as Beach Buoy searched more shingle deposits.
Beach Buoy and the dogs turned to head back.
The tide had turned.
Tell tale swirls on low lying sands highlighted the sea's return.
As they passed the wreck once more the sea was moving in to claim it yet again.
A hopeful dog walker stood aboard perhaps hoping for a tour of the bay?
Or perhaps not?
BEACH BUOY.
