Saturday morning.
It was 5-52 a.m.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at the beach.
The Little Terns chartered above the nest site.
There was a strong breeze off the sea.
One person stood at the water's edge.
They made their way towards the sea.
The tide was well out.
The Seaton Carew Wreck was well on show.
The Wind Turbine Vessel was out in the Bay.
Two Crows came over.
One has a distinctive shaped head.
It has an unusual call too.
Maybe it's not a Crow after all?
Beach Buoy scattered a capful of seeds for the birds.
They made their way south.
The view back north.
They headed to the low level route.
Beach Buoy collected two sturdy stones.
He added them to the sea defence.
They climbed the small slope to Stubborn Dog Stack.
Another excellent Brakesy had been added.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-29.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy had a stand and a think.
Ruby sat and watched.
Beach Buoy saw a flash of brown.
Something ran into the dunes.
A Large Rabbit?
A Fox?
A Blur.
Beach Buoy scattered some seeds.
"See you mate."
They continued south.
Along the dune edge.
To North Gare Pier.
Sand Martins flew all around.
Lovely Little Birds.
They dropped down onto the beach.
Four Curlew stood near the water's edge.
Down near the Tank Traps.
North Gare Pier.
A protective arm for River Tees.
One walked the Pier.
More Sand Martin activity.
Ghost fishing gear.
It would be beach cleaned.
Back to the north.
Crows up at Stubborn Dog Stack.
It pleases Beach Buoy that the Crows make use of the giant pencils and the stack in general.
Crow and a Sand Martin.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back north.
The returned to the beach later in the day.
Saturday afternoon...
It was just a pop on to the beach.
It was bright and busy.
They didn't stay long.
BEACH BUOY.
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