|Gull, not appreciating my company.|
This particular stack reached from the sea walk right into the water, and was about 8 feet deep. I climbed it, attempting to get a better angle on the oystercatchers' rock, and stood between those two lower logs. And was scared off; the logs kept vibrating, as if a truck were running along beside them.
There was nothing there; just empty road, empty sea walk, the logs, and the empty beach. The last log, a long one at the bottom of the heap, reached well out into the water. I think the vibration came from the waves pushing against it, and the log bouncing back with enough force to move the whole superstructure.
I took a couple of photos up there, trying not to lean on a bouncing log, and then started to worry about the pile snapping together, trapping me between logs, so I climbed down and contented myself with ground-level photos. At least the beach wasn't shaking.