New beach book time.
That means just two left.
Beach Buoy won't panic, not just yet.
😬
Beach Buoy had brought a coffee.
He began to scribble beach notes.
It was 6-55 p.m.
The Hungry Seagull had returned to the car park.
Beach Buoy hadn't seen the coffee van for a good while.
He watched as people and horse headed down the access ramp.
A couple with two black pugs.
A man wrestled with his back pack.
Beach Buoy finished his coffee.
He and Another Dog headed for the beach.
He looked along the length of the Little Tern Area, to try and just what the visibility was.
He concluded that there could be a herd of Elephants could be out there somewhere, unseen .
They walked towards the water's edge.
The back pack wrestling man was already heading back to the car park.
The tide was well in.
Fog rolled in with it.
A man stood in the sea.
A man stood on the sand .
A horse and two ponies walked by.
They headed south.
(They think)
Waves broke gently nearby.
Waves laden with sea coal.
Birds flew by, calling to one another as if for reassurance.
They passed a dead Gannet.
Its wings pointed back as if diving into the sea.
It's fishing days were over.
They headed up the sandy slope , taking a short dune walk to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog stood for a while with Stubborn Dog.
" See you mate."
They walked the short dune walk to the sandy slope.
They rejoined the beach.
Figures came and went.
A jogger overtook them.
"Elephants!"
"Elephants!" he gasped.
Well in Beach Buoy's mind at least.
BEACH BUOY.
