It was Wednesday.
It was 6-30pm.
The car park was busy for a Wednesday at 6-30pm.
There was a fresh breeze blowing in off the deep blue sea.
The almost cloudless sky was the palest of blues.
The sunlight was bright, highlighting the white lace-like surf that edged the breaking waves.
A couple of couples walked the promenade.
Walking to the southern end before spinning around and returning to the north.
Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog had headed for the waters edge.
They headed south.
A lady wandered along the water's edge alone.
Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed to the dunes to give her space.
She passed them before stopping at a sand castle.
She studied the workmanship and adornments before moving on.
More people passed as they continued south.
A terrier and owners.
Two Ladies, with a waft of perfume and three spaniels.
The couple who wanted to claim the water's edge was they travelled both south and north.
Around eight yachts made use of the brisk, fresh breeze out in the bay.
All were inclined to return to port.
It was a lovely fresh evening.
Earlier than normal this year, the first of the Sea Serpent eggs hatch from its sand.
It heads for the safety of the sea.
They headed towards the stack.
A bonnie piece of sea glass.
They stacked the stack at 7-11.
Beach Buoy looked out to sea.
The wind turbines had turned their backs to the beach to face the fresh and chilly breeze.
The Skylarks put on an evening performance for anyone who cared to listen.
They began a slow walk back to the north.
Another Sea Serpent hatches and dashed for the sea.
A group of litter-pickers approached from the north; an Adult and four kids.
The adult has one of those rings to keep his green plastic bag open for rubbish.
The lowering but bright sun caught the colour of the bin bag, making it look like he was on the hunt for superman with a bag of kryptonite.
Another adult was up in the dunes litter picking with a four or five kids.
These children weren't litter picking.
Their littler pick grabs were swords; the litter pickers fought mock battles.
As the walk was coming to an end a couple sat on a coat on the dune edge, drinking coffee and chatting.
Beach Buoy recorded the finds as he leaned against the Promenade Wall.
Down on the beach a child flew a kite, perfectly.
The breeze was ideal for kite flying.
Time to go.....
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There was a time when Beach Buoy would draw some of the sea pottery find that he had found.
BEACH BUOY.
