Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the
Beach car park at 3-49 p.m.
Beach Buoy paid a pound to park again, third time in a week, unheard of!
To be honest, he was half expecting the bank to ring to report unusual activity on his account.
There was a strong wind blowing from the south west.
Gulls stood facing the wind in the windswept car park, struggling to keep their balance.
They all looked like ski jumpers, theirs wings like arms tucked to the side.
Eddie the Seagull one and all.
Beach Buoy parked the van.
He looked across the bay towards the Wind Turbines.
They were spinning quickly.
Beach Buoy thought...
"Slower than seven inch single." 45 r.p.m.
"Faster than an L.P." 33 1/3 r.p.m.
He timed them; 20 r.p.m.
His guess was miles out!
Maybe it was the size or number of blades that confused him?
He opened the side door of the van.
He put on a coat before putting his beach bag over his shoulder.
He put a lead on Another Dog, then locked the van before heading out to towards the beach.
It was almost 4 p.m. by now.
The mobile covid test unit was just leaving.
A wooly hat famiy beat them to the beach access ramp.
They headed down ahead with a young Yorkshire Terrier pup on tow.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed for the sea.
The wind was wild from the west; the wild west.
Soft sand was blown out to sea.
It travelled in wind-made roads.
Another Dog was carried over these roads to save her from the wind-blown sand.
The tide was well out.
The waves were breaking only two or three steps out but any that raised their head were slapped down but the strong wind.
The strong wind had made sure that it was a quiet beach.
Some would say
"You're welcome to it."
Beach Buoy would reply
"Thank you."
They headed up towards the dune edge.
Its height offered some protection from the wind.
The lowering sun cast long sunshine shadows along the width of the beach.
They continued southwards.
The beach ahead was theirs.
Back to the North, the wooly hat family were just dots in the distance.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog wandered down to a recent strand line.
An Oyster Catcher chose to run from them as opposed to flying and possibly struggling in the strong wind.
Beach Buoy gathered double stones for
Stubborn Dog Stack,
he hadn't been on the beach last night.
They headed for the stack.
He placed the double quantity, then he patted
THE
stone.
"Evening Mate."
A dog called Molly. popped out of the Marram Gras to say hello, then was gone.
Beach Buoy walked a couple of steps to the dune edge.
They may have been up in the dunes, their shadows sent a message.
"Am on Beach."
The wind was calmer now, even when stood up at the exposed stack.
"See you mate."
Spurred on by a calmer wind they headed to North Gare Corner.
Up on the Grey Rocks lay some ghost fishing gear.
Far too heavy for Beach Buoy to attempt to move it.
They reached North Gare Pier.
It was then that Beach Buoy recalled how, when here, Stubborn Dog would always want to go over the Pier to another beach; North Gare Beach aka The Blue Lagoon.
Even after almost being dragged along the sands, he always seemed to want to go to that other, extra, special and extra special beach.
Beach Buoy never did figure out why?
The parking fees end soon.
No need to keep an eye on the time for 9 a.m.
So soon Another Dog will discover the delights of that extra beach.
Hopefully she will like it too?
It was still bright.
Four People and a Dog clambered over The Grey Rocks, heading for that extra beach too.
Soon Another Dog, soon....
The wind seemed to have almost stopped?
They continued north.
When he drew level with Stubborn Dog Stack, Beach Buoy paused and waved.
He held one hand above his eyes to shield them from the bright sunshine, just in case....
Just incase Stubborn Dog was there, waving back.
Not today.
Not yet.
As they headed back, they met a couple and a young friendly dog called, Harrison.
As soon as Beach Buoy heard the Dog's name, all that he could think was
Beatles?
Star Wars?
Beatles?
Star Wars?
he plumped for
Star Wars, hoping that he wasn't being judgemental?
