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| Beach Buoy took his tea to the Car Park. It had been a rainy day but now (6pm) it was bright and sunny. As Beach Buoy ate his ketchup covered Tea, the Car Park began to fill up. ( Just a coincidence.) The first of the boy / girl racers arrived to the sound of a fanfare of 'sports' or broken exhaust note. A lady placed a large bag of beach cleaned rubbish in the promenade bin, then headed off; no fanfare. |
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| 6-30 pm was Beach time. It was fairly quiet. Perhaps they had all made rainy night plans? The sun had showed up and threw a curve ball. An aeroplane broke the relative silence of the beach as it headed for Teeside Airport (Or whatever name it is going under at the moment.) Beach Buoy half expecting to end up being called Quite handy for Newcastle and Leeds Airport one day. |
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| Beach Buoy had only walked half way to the stack when he decided to plonk himself down on the dune edge. The sand was damp after all of the earlier rain. He sat and watched the Little Terns dropped into the sea, as Stubborn Dog fell asleep. The tide was high. People passed nearby on the water's edge. Henry the Spaniel wagged by, his owner was explain to her friend that he was called Henry because he picks anything up. Amber another Spaniel followed soon after. |
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| Beach Buoy was feeling a bit rough as he had done for a while. He went no further than the sitting stop. No stack tonight. BEACH BUOY. |
