A brisk wind blows from the south and the sea is delightfully lively. Apart from a couple of anglers (usual story: they have only caught bass too small to keep), the beach is completely deserted so my dog can run wild (his speciality). He is getting the hang of this litter-collecting thing: as paper and bags fly down the beach in the wind, Rolf flies after them and brings them back with a spring in his step.
The seakale is over now but poppies have burst into bloom in the disturbed sand of the cliff fall.
More Olympic legacy on the tide in the form of a washed-up Coke can...
As I fight the breeze on my walk back, I wonder again why I always collect on my outward walk, only turning round when my bags are nearly full, rather than walking unencumbered and only collecting on my way back? The problem is I seem to be pathologically incapable of walking past a piece of litter and just leaving it lying there.... When will I learn?
high tide: 08.25 hrs 2.5m, low tide: 13.54 hrs 1.1m
time of arrival: 12.46 hrs
weather: sunshine, wind S 20 mph, temperature 17c
marine litter: 2 small bagfuls, mostly rope and balloons
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