Friday morning.
7-24.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog parked up in Sandy Car Park.
The Little Terns sounded full of life
It was a lovely sunny morning.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones
There was a nice breeze from the south west.
A twitcher left the beach as they arrived.
He was laden with his heavy-looking camera and it's zoom lens.
Another twitcher stood near the sea.
The lady who walks the full length of the beach was way to the north, on her return journey.
Dylan and his owner cut through into the dunes.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the water's edge as they made their way south.
Skylarks sang as waves broke gently from a sparkling sea
Mr.Gunn/Lunn headed south too
Friday Basil, the borrowed dog was with him.
Excellent Dog Alfie was to the north doing Alfie things.
They chatted briefly, once they had caught up.
Beach Buoy let them crack on so Basil could be let off the lead.
Excellent Dog Alfie played catch up.
A bit like Mari, the big friendly poodle, he is a free spirit.
He has been lost and found a number of times.
The tide was more in than out.
The wreck was still at sea.
To the south, Mr.Gunn/Lunn and the two dogs went up the big slope.
Beach Buoy paused.
He looked out to sea.
It was an almost perfect morning.
He thought...
There was Mr.Gunn/Lunn walking the beach, having a lovely time with his two dogs.
No note book.
No blog.
No song and dance.
Beach Buoy pictured
AM ON BEACH -The musical.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog made their way to the low level route.
Two Sturdy Stones were placed on the sea defence.
"Morning Mate."
It was 8-02.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a stand and a think.
Someone had arranged a some of the Brakesy artwork and Beach Buoy's stack identification slate.
Sit and think time.
Sand Martins flew by along the dune edge.
Just beyond them, Little Terns worked the sea close to shore.
Waves would break but every now and then there was silence.
The silence in-between the sound of breaking waves is the loudest silence of all.
"See you mate."
They returned to the low level route.
Up ahead, it looked like a body had washed ashore.
Thankfully all was well.
An arm raised to cover eyes.
It was a young man just chilling.
Oyster Catcher captured by waggle camera phone.
Better images available on the internet.
Beach Buoy just sharing what he saw because you weren't there.
They headed back north by the sea.
The lady with a black dog and a white dog was heading south.
As usual the dog were living their best lives.
One was in the sea like a Polar Bear.
The other had the best driftwood stick ever gripped tightly in it's mouth.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The lady reached out a hand to Another Dog.
Another Dog wasn't sure.
"She's very Stubborn, the breed are."
said Beach Buoy.
" Bit like females ." said the lady
REPEAT... said the lady.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back to the car park.
The beach sleeper was heading north by the water's edge.
Beach Buoy often wonders about other people's stories when he sees them on the beach.
If he was writing this lad's story it would be that he couldn't face college today and escaped to the beach.
A sea plus.
BEACH BUOY.