It was 2-40 p.m.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog parked up.
The car park was busy.
It was overcast with a breeze from the south west.
Two horses were coming up the access ramp.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog stood to one side.
They began to walk down the ramp.
A man with a fat-tyred bike was heading up.
If roles were reversed it would be a fat tired man with a bike...
People and dogs milled around.
A lady with a pink rucksack, marched south.
Some invited their reflections along to see the sea.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south over shingle and sand.
They headed up to the dunes, beach stones in hand for the stack.
Wind Turbine Towers stood waiting to head out to sea, like pipes of an industrial cathedral organ.
"Afternoon Mate."
Beach Buoy added the stones to
Stubborn Dog Stack.
He patted
THE
stone.
They looked out into the bay.
Thought some thoughts.
They headed back down to the beach.
"See you mate."
A man and his reflection headed south on the water's edge.
The tide was low enough to allow beach access to North Gare Pier.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to Sand Martin Corner; the banks of
dune edge that run north from the Pier.
A Dad and lad were setting up on the beach for a fishing adventure.
Beach Buoy had a mooch in the shingle between the World War 2 Tanks Traps.
They turned, heading back to the north.
Up ahead a rider and horse walked the water's edge.
They headed to a companion who was stood up to the north.
Once there, the horse and rider circled him as he took photographs.
The sun came out for a while, changing the feel of the beach completely.
Beach Buoy picked up a large sherd of pottery.
It was an unusual design but one that he recognised as similar to another piece found recently.
Once back at base camp, Beach Buoy located the earlier find.
They were a match.
It had happened once before...
Above are the day's
Bits and Bobs.
BEACH BUOY.
