Sunday evening.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 7-24.
By the time Beach Buoy had collected five suitable stones, the village church bells rang for 7-30.
The tide was more in than out.
It was Ruby's first trip to the beach for around a week.
A family went to the sea.
There was plenty of Gannets around.
Some large black birds were chasing the Terns for their catch.
Beach Buoy took a few poor photographs.
He was informed that they could be Arctic Skuas.
Arctic Skuas.
Gannets.
"Evening Mate."
It was 8-08
Bob o'clock.
Beach Buoy added five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
Sand Martins were still busy flying along the dune edge.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog has a sit and think.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach below.
She actually seemed to have enjoyed the walk
Gannets.
It was lovely evening.
As they returned north, a couple were heading south.
Their disappointed looking Labrador was chasing thrown beach stones.
Beach Buoy reached into his beach bag.
A blue and yellow Scooby Doo ball was rolled towards them.
"Do you want a ball?"
"Thank you so much."
"We forgot the ball."
They went their separate ways.
A dandelion seed up ahead, drifted from dune to sea.
Out of reach, like a lost dream.
Back to the van.
BEACH BUOY.
🐕.