Someone wasn't happy with a second beach visit.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog had arrived
at 6-55 p.m.
A young lady parked alongside and asked about the parking charges.
Beach Buoy told her the situation.
Confident that it was free, her and her small dog headed to the access ramp.
Her dog was spooked by the lost/found coat.
It had been draped over one of the ramp's bollards.
It looked like a little girl ghost, still lost.
Three Little Tern Wardens were on hand if required.
... and a little girl ghost.
They headed to the sea
Beach Buoy collected another five suitable stones.
The tide was heading out.
A couple headed south too.
Up on the dune edge a lady sat with her big white dog.
From a distance it looked like a Sheep.
It was having a great time barking at the hole that it was busy digging.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog led the way south. The receding tide left a sloped beach behind.
"Evening Mate."
He had already added two Sturdy Stones to the sea defence.
It was 7-32.
He added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a sit and a think.
The Sun had been and gone for now.
As so often on an evening, Saltburn had claimed it as it's own.
The fields were a patchwork quilt of sun-kissed crops.
"See you mate."
They returned to the low level route.
The beach couple passed by.
"Evening."
"Evening."
They headed back.
Dune folk walked the dunes...
BEACH BUOY.
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