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| Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed for the beach a little earlier than they normally would have done. Nights were drawing in and Beach Buoy needed a beach walk in full daylight. So it was 3-55pm when scatter-cash Beach Buoy stood at the Parking meter. When he had stepped out of the van, there was a bit of a flap, the Seagulls seemed to have thought it was a meals on wheels delivery; more commonly known as fish and chip leftovers about to thrown for them; they were wrong. Beach Buoy headed for the promenade wall, placing his little mate on the grey concrete wall while he surveyed the beach. The tide was low. It was overcast with a wind from the North West. Three couples seemed to leaving the beach around about the same time. The beach seemed to belong to Beach Buoy and his mate? Beach Buoy headed South at the bottom of a slope that had formed on the beach. He was closer to the sea than the dunes, but was a fair distance from each. The distant sea roared; sounding like heavy rainfall. |
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| Another driftwood art installation had appeared, sponsored by The North Sea, after all the Sea choses it, rotates it and picks its location. It will all be rearranged by the next tide. Beach Buoy headed up to the Dunes momentarily to add two stones to the pile. He walked as far as The North Gare Pier. The sea was slapping the Pier as the tide began to turn. Beach Buoy followed a shingle path that had formed in amongst the Grey Rocks. |
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| A Helicopter thudded across the sky to the east; sounding like a dumper truck of the sky. Over one hundred Geese flew into the Bay, it looked like the Helicopter had disturbed them? They curved around near the river, then headed back to their start point. |
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| Then it was a slow walk back, with a dramatic show of clouds to watch as they shuffled along. Beach Buoy was pleased with the earlier walk. It meant that they had beaten dusk to the van. BEACH BUOY. |
