Beach Buoy still hadn't decided what angle to take now that Stubborn Dog has gone.
Do beaches, do Blog etc.
It's so odd being without him.
Beach Buoy reached the car park at 6-32pm.
A man had some contraption resting on the promenade wall.
It looked like some sort of machine gun that one would expect to see on Dr.Who.
It was pointing at the Little Tern nest site.
It seemed to be recording the birds in some way.
Lights flashed on and off.
It was a pleasant distraction from the one man walk ahead.
He headed for the access ramp.
A lady waited not so patently with her two dogs for her partner.
He had paused at the top of the ramp to take an "Important " call from Spider.
An inquisitive Brown and White Spaniel wagged up to Beach Buoy as if to see it was him who had "The" ball.
He hadn't.
He left the Village behind as he headed South.
The tide was well out.
There was a fresh breeze off the sea.
Rainclouds hung in the sky to the west.
A Running Club's members came jogging form the south.
They passed in small groups, like short lines of brightly covered washing, hung out to dry.
The Brown and White Spaniel returned , proudly showing that he had indeed found "The" ball; panic over.
People were milling about near to Stubborn Dog Stack so Beach Buoy continued Southwards.
He carried on as far as Sand Martin Corner.
Skylarks sang.
He found some finds.
He headed back and stacked Stubborn Dog Stack.
People beach combed.
The Detectorist.
Beach Buoy had a coffee with a big Jam Doughnut and a bigger empty space beside him.
It would never ever be the same again, not ever.
BEACH BUOY.
