Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach access ramp at 5-55 a.m.
A cyclist cycled by.
"Morning."
"Morning."
They headed to the sea.
The tide was high.
There was a breeze from the west.
A water edge jogger seemed to chasing a Parcel of Oyster Catchers?
They flew and landed on numerous occasions just ahead of him.
Beach Buoy gathered five suitable stones.
Geese seemed to use the river as a marker as they turned, heading down it.
A ship chose to follow the Geese.
A piece of driftwood went off to sea once more.
The jogger headed back north. The Oyster Catchers had gone.
"Morning Mate.”
It was 6-28.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
Beach Buoy had a sit and think.
Sand Martin at Stubborn Dog Stack.
A camera-shy Seal headed south.
Little Terns dropped into the sea nearby.
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Sand Martin at Stubborn Dog Stack.
Sand Martin at Stubborn Dog Stack.
Sand Martin at Stubborn Dog Stack.
Beach Buoy had found a piece of slate that would make a good book mark.
People were dotted along the water's edge like marker posts.
They headed back beside the sea.
One of the Little People walked The Esplanade Wall.
Off home back in the dunes.
BEACH BUOY.
