Firstly Beach Buoy would like to thank people who have passed comment or offered words of support about the blog over its lifetime either via social media or in person.
Earlier this week Glenda Young; a Local Author tweeted
"This blog of beach walks and finds is poetic and beautiful and would make a truly great book."
😮
Fast forward to today ...
Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog arrived at the car park
around 3-40 am.
As they headed down the access ramp, a lady approached.
'Is that Stubborn Dog?'
'It is.'
The lady went on to say very kind words about the blog.
😮
They chatted a while, about the local beaches, the stack and both shared some local knowledge.
The lady was called Ruth.
It was great to have a chat and a bit of feedback about the blog.
Thank you.
Beach Buoy and Stubborn headed down to the beach.
Stubborn Dog was full of it.....
'Note she asked' "Is that Stubborn Dog?"
'Not... are you Beach Buoy?'
'Think we know who owns who here.'
Beach Buoy hates it when he's right.
They headed to the water's edge.
The tide was more in than out but that was changing gradually as the sea edged its way out.
They headed south.
Stubborn Dog practiced signing autographs in the sand by the medium of pee.
Three people stood at the dune edge operating their drone.
The drone sounded like a swarm of Bees.
Not annoying at all.
Drones can seem like those eyes in portrait paintings that follow you everywhere.
The strong breeze / light wind was from the west.
It was a bright day but there was a chill.
A family football match spilt out onto the beach from the dunes.
The Match headed north.
Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog continued south.
A cloud and a half crossed the village.
They stacked the stack.
The cloud and a half changed in appearance as it crossed The Headland.
The tide was out enough to allow Beach Buoy access to Sand Martin Corner.
Two sniffing white dogs passed.
Two barking black dogs passed.
A man appeared at the top of the Grey Rocks from the dunes.
He looked a little lost, as though he was hoping to see a housing estate and not the sea.
He rotated and headed back.
The tide was still in enough to allow about half of the World War Two Tank Traps chance to paddle in the water.
The temperature dropped and the wind speed picked up as a large narrow black cloud crossed over the beach and out to sea.
They headed back.
It felt like they were walking under shadowy rainbow.
There was no need to rush thought Beach Buoy.
A soaking wouldn't be a bad thing.
A stone in the sand with the face of an old toothless man, winked in agreement.
Beach Buoy beach cleaned a dead drone and some plastic bottles.
Beach Buoy took time to record the finds.
A lady passed, pushing a pushchair.
After a while she stopped and reached inside.
Out came a very very old looking Jack Russell Dog.
The lady carried on walking as the dog waddled behind, giving the impression that it had been happier in the pushchair anyway.
They headed back to the van.
Stubborn Dog was on this phone to his agent.
'I want a pushchair!'
STUBBORN DOG
(He made write that.)
BEACH BUOY.
