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| May as well have a coffee by the sea when you can. Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog parked up by the Crazy Golf, less than five minutes from base camp. A VW T2 trundled by, it was cream and as smart as a carrot. Every car travelling north set off the 20mph SLOW DOWN sign. A young man walked past with one tattooed leg; he did have another less decorative leg too. The sun shone brightly. The wind turbines turned out in the bay, thanks to the pleasant breeze from the south east. Six teenagers crossed the road on their bicycles; four of them did a wheelie. The tinted glass on the van's cooker and sink combination was acting as some sort of Camera Obscura. The seagulls that were hanging on the updraft of the seafront houses, put on a show on the van's worktop surface. Beach Buoy drank coffee whilst sitting in a back seat. Stubborn Dog snored in the front passenger's seat. A man with a beard walked south. He was wearing a black T-shirt. EMPTY THE TANK was the T-shirt's slogan. Beach Buoy wondered if he was employed by a chemical toilet company? A couple of kids led two horses down the road. A Black Ford Fiesta driver figured there was enough room to park behind the van. It didn't go well. Beach Buoy expecting a thump on the van. The young driver was making turn 98 of his 100+ point turn. Beach Buoy stepped out of the van, just to make his presence known. The car drove off. A feet first Motorcyclist, reckoned he would make a better attempt of parking in the space. He did. Beach Buoy headed for the beach with Stubborn Dog. They walked south on the promenade. A couple cycled by. The gentleman was towing one of those dog carriers, like a little tent on wheels Stubborn Dogs eyes lit up! He looked at Beach Buoy as if to say... "Well you flipping kept that quiet!" Stubborn Dog seemed to find another few bricks to add to the weight that Beach Buoy was towing. They caught up with the dog taxi couple. They had parked up at a bench near the clock tower. The occupant of the taxi was out and having a sniff around. Bless him, he looked like the oldest dog alive. Twitchers were watching over the Little Tern Site. A Lone Truck Tyre stood alone in the otherwise empty and locked Car Park. |
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| They walked to the water's edge and headed south. A young lady and a fisherman had the same idea. The fisherman took the lead, the young lady was in second position with her two sausage dogs, she had taken off her shoes, maybe for better grip in the Beach Walk Handicap? Beach Buoy lagged behind in third place with a handicap of his own; Stubborn Dog. The fisherman won and celebrated by stepping into the sea, The young lady took facebook photos of her dogs. Beach Buoy ambled. |
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| A swimmer emerged from the sea and transformed into jogger. He was gone in a flash. |
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| They stacked the stack then sat on the dune edge. They eventually headed back to a place Stubborn Dog didn't want to leave, which was now a place he didn't want to go to. |
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| On the way back they beach cleaned a Chalice from the Palace. The Chalice had once allegedly held the pellet with poison... and Beach Buoy just spent ten minutes on youtube watching that clip from That film. They reached the promenade; it was 9-11 pm. The twitchers had gone. Kids still played on the beach with their buckets and spades. In the almost empty car park, that lone tyre had fallen over; too tired. Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed north as a couple walked south, each eating a Sundae... on a Thursday! BEACH BUOY. |
