Thursday afternoon.
Beach Buoy walked to the beach alone.
He walked the sunny side of the streets.
Pavements in shadows were still slippy with ice.
He reached the beach at 1-50.
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It was a pleasant, chilly and bright afternoon.
Two Metal Detectorists walked and talked.
A group stood by the water's edge.
A cropped scene from the previous photograph.
On land, the air was still.
Industrial smoke from the riverside rose straight up.
Beach Buoy was drawn to the wreck yet again.
The tide was well out.
A milky Sun looked down.
A single Crow with unusual grey patched on the underside of it's wings, circled the wreck before landing on the aft.
It looked out to sea.
A man with two large dogs headed north as Beach Buoy left the wreck behind.
The Village Church Bells rang for 2 p.m.
An Oyster Catcher trotted ahead of Beach Buoy like a tiny Dinosaur.
A large piece of sea pottery lay on the vast patches of shingle.
It looks to be the same design that Beach Buoy has kept previously.
Two of those pieces matched like a jigsaw despite being months and metres apart.
There seemed to be some recently broken edges on this sherd.
The underside.
He collected five suitable stones from the nearby shingle.
The Sun was already quite low in the sky.
Beach Buoy headed up the Big Slope.
Dune edges in shadow were still dusted with frost.
He paused to view the beach to the north.
He continued south along the "Easy" route.
"Afternoon Mate."
It was 2-23.
No Crow.
None of the afternoon shift of Crows had seemed to recognise him as a possible food source.
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added the five suitable stones.
He scattered some seed on the Crow's giant pencil and on the dune sand nearby.
One last look to the west.
Down the small slope to the low level route.
"See you mate."
Back to the North.
Beach Buoy rested up on the Esplanade Wall.
Someone else had been drawn to the wreck.
Click.
BEACH BUOY.
