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| It was 6-05pm It was the same beach as yesterday but a million miles away. In complete contrast to last night, the Sun shone and the sky was so blue. Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog parked up and headed for the beach. A young couple were just in front of them as they descended the ramp that leads to the beach. The young lady seemed to take one step on the sand and thought. These fancy boots ain't walking on that sand. The couple did an about turn and headed for the promenade. |
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| A Fairy cloud watched over Beach Buoy and his Stubborn mate as they headed for the water's edge. A couple of swimmers took the plunge and walked into the calm sea. Each was carrying a large orange marker float so that jets skis and the like would know that they were in the water. |
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| A Fire Engine sped along the full length of the sea front, it seemed to have a multitude of siren sounds, like a desperate criminal under interrogation, it was constantly changing its tune. It was shortly afterwards that Beach Buoy realised that part of the sand dune system was on fire. |
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| Most of the dunes were fine, with delicate clouds flying above them. |
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| To the North, two onlookers looked on as the fire burnt. Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog continued South. A couple were in front holding hands and holding coats; it was warmer than it looked. The couple reached the grey rocks. The man built self-conscious rock stacks as the lady took bookface photographs. |
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| The couple headed for the North Pier. Beach Buoy sat at the end of the grey rocks and had a sit and think. Work tomorrow, so he was sitting and thinking for two visits in one. He sat and watched the lonely Sea and the Sky as Masefield called it. |
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| "I wandered lonely as a cloud ." wrote Wordsworth.... "A lonely cloud.' wrote Beach Buoy. |
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| As they headed for the van an aeroplane flew overhead It was off to Newcastle airport.. turn left St, Mary's Island. BEACH BUOY. |
