Saturday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog parked up in Sandy Car Park.
It was 7-25.
There was a cold breeze from the north.
The tide was well out.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones as they walked to the wreck.
Beach Buoy fed some Crows that were stood nearby.
Ten Crows in total.
A Gull flew above the Feeding Crows.
A Lady head into the cold headwind with the water's edge for company, no dog.
Hand stuffed into pockets.
Team One Black Ear were heading back north.
They stopped to chat as they passed.
Team Muzzled Dog stopped to chat too.
They were soon way ahead to the south.
Chatting over, Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued south.
They aimed for the low level route.
Team Muzzled Dog were on their way up the big slope into the dunes.
They walked the low level route.
Beach Buoy noticed that Brakesy's seat had been rotated.
Perhaps to give dune edge shelter in prevailing wind.
It was north this morning but so often it is south west.
With the seat being moved, Beach Buoy was hopeful that Brakesy had been again.
Beach Buoy added two sturdy stones to the sea defence.
They climbed the small slope that leads to Stubborn Dog Stack.
Wonderful.
Another Brakesey.
A view to the north.
Excellent.
"Morning Mate."
It was 8-02.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
They stood a while.
Others had used the free paint set.
All are welcome.
Including Crows...
Beach Buoy scattered some seeds.
"See you mate."
(Stubborn Dog.)
Brakesy's seat alongside the low level route.
Back to the beach.
Back to the north.
Back to reality
The sound of distant skylarks tried to tempt them back to the dunes
They kept onto the north.
Others claimed the south.
Perhaps someone was claiming the wreck?
No chance, it would soon belong to the sea once more.
BEACH BUOY.
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