Ripples in the sand in stitches
On the back: foot prints made by a wading bird.
I walk out onto the sand making a beeline for the water. Bait diggers’ sand piles litter the beach. I spot the marks of another bait hunter: a wading bird.
Lines of footprints wander around. Then the trail changes to a swathe of distinctive marks made by a long beak systematically thrust into the sand whilst slowly moving forward. The trail loops and curls then goes off in another direction. At one point it comes to a full stop: a different mark revealing where treasure has been dug up by the hunter.
(from Spurn diary 18.5.12)