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| Beach Buoy woke at 5 a.m. He faffed on. It was after sunrise when he and his constant companion; Stubborn Dog reached the beach on foot. They were greeted by the above sign at the closed car park entrance. Beach Buoy has photographed and blogged it as a reminder of what it is / was like back in these turbulent days, where 800 or more people die in a single day from the virus and political indecision. How will history remember those who lead / led us this time? |
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| The tide was low. There was a fresh breeze blowing in off the North Sea. Shafts of sunlight were splayed across the bay. Every now and then a shaft of light would escape the clouds and kiss a selected part of the beach in a sunshine spotlight. Then in a blink of an eye it was gone. |
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| They headed south. Beach Buoy was glad of coat pockets to dig his cold hands into. The wet sand; left by the receding sea, acted like a massive mirror, reflecting the morning's colours. Nature's BOGOF (Buy One Get One Free.) The difference is that nature is free. Soak it up, it makes life worthwhile. A sunrise, a cloud, a breeze, the song of a bird. Treasure them all. Sadly there are people at the time of writing, unable to be at one with nature. God bless them all. When this all of this crap is over, those left should live in a better, kinder place. We can hope. |
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| They headed up to the dunes, to the stack Beach Buoy that had started. A Bright White Gull passed silently and effortlessly overhead. It glided out to sea, its flight resembling that of a perfectly made paper aeroplane. Beach spotted some ghost fishing gear up on the rocks. He clambered up and made it as safe as he could in the circumstances. A Skylark hung in the air above the dunes, singing into the strong breeze. |
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| They returned to the beach and headed south to the North Gare Pier. Beach Buoy passed a couple of familiar faces on the walk back. They and he waved from a distance. Ten Oyster Catchers took flight and headed West towards the dunes, whistling like a flock of football referees as they did so. |
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| It was time to leave the sea and the sand behind for now. The shifting sands had attempted to hide the beach steps and failed. |
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| 7-55am Time to go. BEACH BUOY. |
