Saturday morning.
Beach Buoy went to the beach alone.
He arrived at 6-13.
Team One Black Ear were just leaving the beach.
They chatted.
Beach Buoy went down the access ramp to the beach.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were leaving the beach behind.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
He left the north behind.
Beach Fisherman.
He fished as he slowly made his way south.
EAST
YORKSHIRE
ROCKS 😃
apparently.
Cormorant.
The beach fisherman continued to work his way south.
Out in the bay, Gannets and Little Terns were dropping into the sea.
Beach Buoy walked the low level route.
He added two sturdy stones to the sea defence.
Up the small slope to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-51.
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone
He added five more.
He topped up the wildlife water bowl.
It was good to see that something had been making use of it.
The level was down.
Down to more than evaporation alone.
He scattered some seeds.
He looked to the north.
He made his way to the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
Time to sit and think.
No Skylark song again today.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy stood to go.
No sooner had Beach Buoy returned to the low level route, then a Magpie appeared for breakfast.
Beach Buoy headed back to the north, beach and dune cleaning as he went.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn and Excellent Dog Alfie began to head south.
Distant waves were shared.
A pair of Ringed Plovers guided Beach Buoy away from their chick.
Beach Buoy reached the Esplanade.
A **** in a van came tearing across the car park, choosing to drive directly at the resting Gulls.
Despite the big aerial, a Kestrel received a poor reception from the Little Terns.
They bullied it away from the nest site.
They kept dive bombing it on the roof.
Last seen heading in land with an escort of Little Terns.
42 items beach clean.
Paul.
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