It was about 10 a.m. when Beach Buoy headed out along the promenade on his bike.
He went as far as the marina.
The sea sparkled.
A distant fog horn buzzed.
It was the best morning, weatherwise of the year do far.
Beach Buoy liked the contrasting shapes of the promenade steps and the hand rail.
As the crow flies ..
BEACH BUOY.
