Friday.
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog had parked up in Seaton Park at around
8-15 a.m.
They headed to The Esplanade.
It was chilly with a slight breeze from the south west.
Someone shouted from The Esplanade.
Beach Buoy walked over.
It was Beach Buoy's ex-neighbours.
They chatted from either side of The Esplanade Wall.
They went their separate ways.
The tide wasn't in by any stretch of the imagination.
Then again, it was in enough to claim the wreck.
It was all at sea.
Beach Buoy and the dogs continued southwards.
A lady walked to the sea as if she were in a film.
Like the lady in The Beatles' Penny lane , who thought she was in a play.
Anyway, in this modern remake, she looked at her mobile phone before walking back to The Esplanade.
A couple walked half of the beach with their dog.
They just turned, heading back north.
A Doodle Dog came over.
It dropped an orange ball at Beach Buoy's feet before taking a few steps backwards.
It crouched slightly.
Wait for the kick.
Beach Buoy obliged.
BOOT!
The ball went skipping along the sand.
The ball returned, dog attached.
It dropped it at Beach Buoy's feet.
By now the Doodle Dog's owner was stepping off into the distance.
Beach Buoy kicked the ball in his direction.
North.
The owner raised a hand of thanks.
Beach Buoy and the dogs cut across in the direction of Stubborn Dog Stack.
A metal detectorist wandered about beeping and digging.
Digging and beeping.
Beach Buoy gathered some suitable stones for the stack.
Seven today, not the usual five.
There was no reason in particular for the additional two
It just felt right today.
They walked the low level route.
Some of the route was frosted.
A man and his Border Collie were at the top of the big slope.
"Morning Mate."
It was 9-06 a.m.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy added seven stones plus a small hag stone that he had picked up in the shingle yesterday.
Mr Gunn/Lunn and excellent dog Alfie were off on their circular walk on the beach below.
Beach Buoy put a cupped hand either side of his mouth.
"Morning!"
Mr.Gunn/Lunn stopped.
They had a distant chat.
It became clear that Mrs.Gunn/Lunn wasn't a lover of Vauxhall bottle tops.
It started with a distant wave.
It ended with a distant wave.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn and his excellent sidekick continued the remainder of their circle.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy and the dogs carried on southwards on the undulating dune edge.
The chance of searching shingle lay ahead.
As soon as it was practical, they cut across some of the grey rocks.
An old pot bottle top.
No names on show.
They passed the Tank Traps, collecting Seaglass as they went.
As had been agreed with The Mermaids, Beach Buoy left that day's Seaglass on the tank traps with a rusty twist.
They continued back to the north.
Then ...
Can you see it?
A marble marble?
An alabaster alley?
Or just pot?
It went into the beach bag.
Beach Buoy convinced himself that the mermaids just like shiny beach finds.
He walked a little more quickly.
With the last of the shingle searched, they returned to the north on sand.
A metal detectorist scanned up ahead.
Beach Buoy and the dogs carried on northwards until they reached the now-exposed wreck.
Aground again.
Two Beach Crows.
Beach Buoy headed back to the van.
Back at base camp, the blog team held a post beach brainstorming meeting.
It didn't go well.
BEACH BUOY.
