Wednesday morning.
7-02.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached Sandy Car Park.
The headphone person walked the car park perimeter.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were leaving the beach behind.
Two Twitchers looked over the Little Tern Nest Site from the Esplanade.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones as they headed to the water's edge.
The sea was calm, just rippled by the mild breeze from the south west.
They headed south.
Others led the way.
Every now and then the Sun would show through breaks in the clouds.
Out in the bay, the jack up platform seemed to have changed it's set up?
Lower on its legs today?
The tide was heading out.
They were walking unwalked sands.
The view back to the village.
The Sea Serpent.
Dylan the Dog approached from the north.
Another Dog went on strike.
"Is she frightened?"
"No, just stubborn."
They headed to the low level route.
Beach Buoy found two sturdy stones.
He placed them on the sea defence.
They climbed the small slope.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-42.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He scattered some seeds for the Crows.
Another Dog.
Beach Buoy sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view watching the Gannets.
They returned to the beach.
A Gannet prepared to dive.
The dive.
On the way back north, they stopped to chat to the man who once had four dogs but now has three.
They paused to chat.
After checking each was O.K...
"Have you seen the Gannets?"
"Yes, there were Dolphins on Saturday."
Beach Buoy had missed those.
Maybe next time?
They went their separate ways.
The lady with a white dog and a black dog passed by.
Distant waves were shared.
Up ahead a man walked barefoot in and out of the shallows.
BEACH BUOY.
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