Tuesday.
Happy 20th Archie.
It was raining.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.
It was 6-41 a.m.
If nothing else, the clouds may be interesting.
The 7 a m. Club were already heading back to the north.
The tide was far enough out to expose just the first of the wreck's timbers.
A Gannet fell from the sky.
Beach Buoy's head was turned to the sea, as he tried his shelter his face
from the raindrops.
Two hoods went up.
It wasn't cold, just wet and windy.
He collected five wet but suitable stones.
A sky full of Gannets.
A Plunge of Gannets.
Gannets.
Gannets.
Despite the rain and wind, Skylarks still sang.
They headed to the low level route.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-10.
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added the suitable stones.
He stood for a while watching the Gannets.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
It was wet but it didn't matter.
He stood to go.
He noticed an empty plastic bottle.
Dandelion and Burdock.
He picked it up for a beach clean.
A large bee was trapped inside.
He set it free in a sheltered spot.
"See you mate."
Back to the north.
The rain stopped.
The wind began to dry damp clothes and dog.
The rain returned.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn came along with excellent dog Alfie.
They chatted before going their own way.
The sun came out.
Back to the van.
Another overnight Little Tern Warden had parked on the grassy bank.
This one wasn't grounded.
The A.A. were there helping the start his vehicle.
BEACH BUOY.
