During the morning, Beach Buoy cycled along the promenade and the road to recovery.
Resting on a bench like an elderly man.......
Later that day, 7-15 p.m. to be precise, Beach Buoy was on the beach.
Walking was becoming more comfortable than it had been for weeks.
The beach was busy.
The tide was high.
Cones marked off two areas, where the Little Terns were nesting.
It was glorious evening.
It felt as bright and as warm as noon.
Beach Buoy still wasn't up to full speed.
This was highlighted as a Bulldog overtook Beach Buoy, panting as it did so.
Next came the Bulldog's owner, followed closely by a wall of aftershave aroma .
He must have had a bath in the stuff? wondered Beach Buoy.
The smell of the sea was stolen to be replaced by burning nostrils.
The man and the Bulldog headed south.
The smell of aftershave stayed.
The sea looked a perfect summers's day sea blue.
Beach Buoy was walking slowly, Stubborn Dog had trained him well.
The aftershave man was already heading back!
Beach Buoy moved to be upwind of the man, his Bulldog and his aftershave.
Thanks or no thanks to the high tide, the beach was fairly narrow down at the south end.
The sunny end to the day had ensured it was a busy beach too.
It was a little too busy for Beach Buoy.
As he had walked along to the stack, families and staked a claim to certain parts of the beach for ball games or for base camps as children went off to explore the sea.
Beach Buoy headed upto the stack.
"Hiya Mate."
He added some stones, stayed a while before...
"Night night Mate."
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cold can from the fridge.
BEACH BUOY.
