Beach Buoy has started regular bike rides along The Esplanade.
Going from a clockwork type beach to a Clockwork Esplanade.
Some new regulars and some old familiar faces off the beach, all playing their interconnecting roles.
Not sure if it is correct to call someone old and little anymore?
Anyway, there is a little old lady.
She is slightly taller than The Esplanade Wall.
Beach Buoy says "Morning" as he cycles by her.
She stops regularly to look out to sea with her binoculars.
Beach Buoy is sure that the Lady has lived the most interesting of lives.
Is it the birds
Is it the boats.
Or has she lost a loved one at sea many years ago, but looks for them everyday?
Whatever the reason, it's lovely to see.
Paul.
