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| Beach Buoy and two dogs arrived on the beach around about 7-17 pm. There had been lifts to do. He had drove along the Sea Front a few times today, either to and from work and then later,family lifts. He had passed at high tide and thought to himself how full the Bay looked. The dogs were keen to get out. He parked up at the Car Park behind the Golf Club and headed North. A few minutes into the walk he realised it was now May and that the Dog ban on that part of the Beach would be in force. Like a man who had just realised that he had forgotten his keys, he did a 180 degree turn. The more stubborn of the two Dogs tried to dig it's heels into the concrete of the promenade, thinking the walk was over much too early. They made their way to the ramp that led to the Beach. Two Girls sat on the lower wall in Jeans and T Shirts trying to look cool but just looked cold as they stared into their Mobile phones with thumbs sweeping across the phone screens. |
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| The Beach was far from busy but a distant Alsatian gave out deep barks that sounded like he was trying to attract the attention of someone called Malcolm. The tide was heading out leaving wave impressions in the sand. They headed South. After a while Beach Buoy pulled up both of his hoods. He was wearing a Hooded Fleece and a Hooded Hoody. They went up, partly due to the breeze and partly due to "Life." He could cut the World out by doing so and be even more in his own zone. |
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| The Sea rolled out onto the Golden Sand like some poorly cut roll of blue carpet. He picked up finds and Beach rubbish as he strolled along. All too soon the walk was over. As they approached the Car Park he could hear the Boy Racers tooting their Car Horns. Beach Buoy gave a wry smile as he looked at the Orchestra of mainly black or white Ford Fiestas or Vauxhall Corsas. They reminded him of a Piano keyboard but the players needed lessons. |
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| A tired Beach Buoy washed that night's finds and Blogged his Blog...... BEACH BUOY. |
