Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived in the beach car park at 6-19 p.m.
They would have been a little earlier but they had been stuck behind a horse and buggy travelling the same route.
Beach Buoy can confirm that the horse was traveling at 9 m.p.h.
Upon parking up, it became clear that the fencing had returned in readiness for the stunning Little Terns.
The birds had yet to show.
In recent days Beach Buoy had heard the whistles of Plovers
He believes that they sometimes share the nest site with the Little Terns.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed towards the sea.
It was a glorious evening once more.
They headed south.
The tide was just about more out than it was in.
A hooded figure was up near the dune edge with five dogs
All were different breeds.
All were off the lead.
Thankfully before too long, they all headed into the dunes.
A couple sat with a small bonfire on the dune edge.
Another couple led the way south with their white English Bull Terrier.
A dune dweller stood at a height watching the beach activities.
They continued south.
A Crow pounded a beach beat like a Policeman with his arms behind his back;
old school.
A Container Ship left the river.
It's multicoloured cargo looked as if had been made from car boot Lego.
A Lone Gull hung over Stubborn Dog Stack as if tied by a chord.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed for the Sandy Slope.
Beach Buoy had a new technique for climbing up the shifting sand.
Instead of one step at a time then pause, momentum is the name of the game.
He had a muscle or two go
Boing-oing the old way.
They reached the stack.
It was 6-47pm.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He stood facing the sea.
He loved the sea.
The strong breeze had blown across it.
It cooled his brow.
It stroked his cheek.
It kissed his lips.
It embraced him.
It felt like the sea loved him too.
Then gone.
Up up it went thanks to the dune edge.
It cradled Gulls, above to the North and to the South.
They hung almost motionless.
He sat on a large stack stone.
He watched a Yacht go south.
He watched the same Yacht return north.
A couple with a dog, came and went.
Beach Buoy stood up.
"See you Winnie. Miss you mate."
They returned to the beach and it's glorious pale but bright light.
It was a slow walk back.
It usually is.
A Black Labrador seemed to be sniffing the water's edge, the full length of the beach as if looking for every ball that been lost on the beach.
The tide pulled back during their visit.
The beach became wider and wider.
It made the beachgoers look more amd more insignificant.
They returned to the van.
Beach Buoy went for a drive.
Middleton Bank Top his first stop.
He took a photograph for a possible future drawing.
The Wind Turbines from a different view.
Sun begins to set on Ferry Road.
Beach Buoy knew the road well.
They headed for the Headland.
The locals were friendly.
Beach Buoy's Dad was born on the Headland.
The Pilot Pier.
Andy Parking Spot for the van.
End of the road Sunset.
BEACH BUOY.
