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| It had been a work day. As Beach Buoy drove along the Sea Front from work, the Sea and Sky were both grey; different shades of grey. He went for Stubborn Dog and they headed for the Beach. The Sky had lightened by then, with a hint of late afternoon Sun. Sorrow the Magpie flew by as they passed the Golf Club, moments later Beach Buoy noticed the Golf Club flag was flying at half-mast.... Again. There were around twenty vehicles in the Car Park. A Motorhome occupied Beach Buoy's preferred parking spot. By 4-15pm they were on the sand. This fact was verified by the village Church clock striking the quarter hour chime along the Sea Front and out to Sea. |
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| They headed for the water's edge, which didn't take too long as it was around forty minutes to high tide. A dozen or more Oyster Catchers flew in an almost straight line heading South, just above the Sea. As they flew the white- flash of their white underwings and bellies, gave the appearance of a line of bunting that was blowing in the wind. A man with two dogs heading North passed a man with three dogs heading South. They paused to chat, or possibly just to listen. The two dog man was the older of the two and had seemed to claim the chance to chat with both hands. As he yapped on and on the other man's three little dogs yapped back. Eventually they went their separate ways. |
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| The Sun was putting on a bit of a show above the dunes as a timid tan- coloured whippet came up to say hello. Beach Buoy stroked the friendly little dog. Its owner passed shortly afterwards, wearing headphones, oblivious to the sounds of the Sea! Shortly afterwards a Black Greyhound came by, but not stopping to say hello. It's owner was quite a way off up in the dunes, watching from a distant vantage point. "What next?" thought Beach Buoy a racehorse? |
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| They walked as far as the Grey Rocks. It was very close to high tide time. Beach Buoy turned back to the North. The Beach was deserted. |
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| They carried on back to the North. It wasn't until near the end of the walk that they would see others. It was a Lowery type male figure with two Lowery type dogs. All dark, all slim. Beach Buoy recalled a Children's T.V show from years ago. A man was showing how Lowery would draw men walking. One leg would follow the line of the spine as if they were one, leaning towards the direction of walk. Beach Buoy did a sketch. This simple observation was so informative to a young and can't draw for toffee Beach Buoy. |
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| After weeks of not seeing any balloon related litter, two appeared today.. they both went to the promenade rubbish bin. |
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| Beach Buoy headed to the Promenade and back to the van. BEACH BUOY. |
