Beach Buoy and Another Dog had parked up in Seaton Park.
They headed to a wet and windswept Esplanade.
It was 8-27 a.m.
The sea swimmer's camper van was parked up at the top of the access ramp by the Beach Huts.
A sea swimmer sat on a nearby wet bench on a wet day drying her feet.
It was a gloomy morning when it came to the weather.
Cuttlebone.
A canny few were scattered around, brought by the stormy weather or perhaps they were bars of soap left by the Mermaids,
Your call.
They had only been walking a few minutes.
Another Dog stopped.
She looked keen to return?
With a little encouragement, she carried on.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
Gulls hung in the air.
The Sea Serpent Marker looked to be taking a battering.
More sand had been taken by the sea.
In places, the dune edge face was almost as tall as two Beach Buoys.
From north to south.
They walked the low level route.
Beach Buoy placed two sturdy stones at the base of the small slope.
They climbed the small slope, it leads to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
It was 9-05 a.m.
He patted
THE
stone.
He added the five suitable stones.
He added the sea pottery with the two hearts...
It was wet and wild up on the dune edge.
No Crows up there today.
"See you mate."
He scattered some seed for the missing crows.
They returned to the beach below.
Others had turned back at the start of the grey rocks.
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They headed north to the Village in both colour and monochrome.
Beach Buoy scattered some seeds.
Three Ladies, two coffees and two dogs headed south.
The tide was heading out.
The wreck was still at sea.
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The wind-blown sands seemed to be doing the steps out of a job.
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The only thing that was sitting on the Esplanade benches was wet sand.
More of the same.
BEACH BUOY.
