Beach Buoy had been laid up for a while, recovering from an operation.
After a hospital visit today, he was ok to start going out and about but ..
"Not overdoing it."
Basically he hadn't been out for a week, with as much time as possible with foot elevated.
A promenade walk would make a good start.
It may sound like an exaggeration, but its not, the sea and sky seemed massive after only a week cabined up.
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog had reached the beach car park at 6-15 p.m.
It was the first day that he had driven for a week.
They headed north along the promenade.
It felt a little too soon to be trying a sandy surface.
As he grew older, Beach Buoy had noticed the wildlife of the coastal area
He had began to note the uplifting arrival of various species of birds.
The spring and summer followed closely behind.
On the flip side was the departures.
They seemed to fly off closing a curtain of autumn and winter behind them...
They headed to the elevated clock tower area.
It was blustery and overcast.
It was 6-32 p.m.
The three sheltered behind the tower itself.
They headed back to promenade.
A "traveling" funfair sets up on the site of the old putting green for a good number of weeks each year.
Beach Buoy and the two dogs headed north, back to the van. A man with three dogs led the way.
They headed back to the van.
The first van coffee for a while.
There was treats for Borrowed Dog.
For Another Dog too.
Beach Buoy sat in the driver's seat with his coffee.
He watched, with the aid of binoculars around a dozen Gannets drop into the sea, over and over again.
BEACH BUOY .
