It had been an odd weekend.
Stubborn Dog is out of action.
The van went in to have new brake pads fitted, they stripped the van then found out they couldn't obtain the new pads until Monday; so no van until then.
Beach Buoy decided that even without Stubborn Dog and the van that he needed to go to the beach.
The alternative is death by coffee and biscuits.
He left the house at 6-39 p.m. on foot.
A man cycled by, texting on his phone as he rode.
Beach Buoy reached the car park at 6-49 p.m.
He heard the chattering of The Little Terns before he caught a glimpse of the sea.
Two volunteers watched over the Terns.
It had been a rainy day; it was better now.
A slight breeze blew across the beach from the west.
A man sat at the side of the access ramp, waiting for his Dog to catch up.
"Alright?"
"Alright." answered Beach Buoy as he passed.
The Village Church Bells rang out for 7 p.m. as he reached the strand line..... (It was 6-56.)
Three people walked their Dogs; An Old English Sheepdog and a pup, so in theory , a Young English Sheepdog?
It was overcast but as is usually the case the evening sun shone down on Saltburn, across the bay.
Beach Buoy wandered southwards; Dog-less.
He had always thought of Stubborn Dog as a dragging anchor.
Turns out that the dog is the wind in his sails and the rudder too.
There were some people up near the stack, so Beach Buoy carried on south, towards Sand Martin Corner.
His foot became caught in fishing line that was laid across the beach.
Beach Buoy bundled it up and beach cleaned it.
Chattering Little Terns were feeding down this end of the beach.
They sounded out to the east as the Skylarks sang from the west.
Beach Buoy was pleased to see at least five Sand Martins take part in an aerial display alongside the pier.
Then it was time for a slow walk back.
It was 7-55 p.m.
He stacked the stack.
He returned to the beach.
A barefoot child walked the water's edge as Mam and dog walked alongside.
The tide had gone way out.
He left the beach at 8 -15 p.m.
BEACH BUOY.
