A Walk on the Beach

As we had not visited Cleethorpes for a while we decided to take Jet for a walk on the beach; always a favourite for him as he likes getting into the shallow muddy water and enjoys the lack of restraint by footpaths.  We parked up at Buck Beck as usual and gradually worked our way out to the furthest dunes and then out to the local wreck as it was revealed by the falling tide.  The light was rather harsh and middle of the dayish, but it was good to be out.  Egrets were plentiful on the salt marsh and the call of a curlew, as always, raised the hairs on the back of the neck.  Black headed gulls were alredy coming into breeding plumage.