Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived
at 6-11 p.m.
A fresh wind from the north, saw Beach Buoy dig out his favourite snood for the first time since spring.
He reached for a second hoodie that was hanging on the rear of the front passenger seat.
They headed to the beach.
The council had been "clearing "...the Little Tern Area.
A Dog was trying to tempt it's owners back to the car park early.
It was very proud if it's driftwood find.
They could celebrate later in the pub with gottles of geer.
Beach Buoy pulled up two hoods and set off southwards.
The tide was more in than it was out.
There was still lots of space.
The sea would soon claim the beach.
The wind was strong.
Gulls trying to fly north were going nowhere fast.
White waves broke.
Over on South Gare Pier, white vans and motorhomes reflected the sunlight.
They headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"Evening Mate."
He sat drinking coffee.
Beach Buoy watched as more and more Gulls tried their luck northwards.
He saw the sea coming in like a spilt drink on a sandy coloured table.
"See you mate."
They headed back down to the ever narrowing beach.
A slow walk back.
Not many folk around.
Back to the van.
Later time to do the blog
Trouble is ..
Beach Buoy finds it hard to add words as Another Dog just wants ear rubs and no writing.
BEACH BUOY
