Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached Seaton Park Car Park at 7-38 a.m.
He had told Mr. Gunn/Lunn about the parking opportunity there.
Mr. Gunn/Lunn was just leaving his car, as he and his excellent dog Alfie headed for the beach.
Both men waved.
Beach Buoy faffed on after parking up.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog took the short walk to the beach.
They headed to the sea.
It was a cold calm day.
In the half-light Beach Buoy could see a lumpy sea.
Once again,the sea was rough on a calm day.
The tide looked to be more in than it was out.
A figure approached the birds that were resting at the water's edge.
The Gulls took flight.
The Oyster Catchers were less keen.
They tried to outwalk the figure, before giving up.
They too took flight.
They headed southwards.
Beach Buoy pulled up two orange hoods.
He stuffed his hands deep into his pockets.
A C Moon looked down from over the dunes.
It saw Not Beach Buoy overtake Beach Buoy.
"Morning."
said Beach Buoy.
Well to be honest he was expecting a
"Now do." in reply
Which had been the previous but not regular script.
Not Beach Buoy improvised.
"Morning."
Not Beach Buoy and Not Another Dog turned right at the start of the dunes as they always do. They then return northwards along the Promenade.
They took aim at Stubborn Dog Stack.
A young brown and white Spaniel ran towards them with a ball in its mouth.
It came of if to say hello, but at the last second it turned and ran back, tail wagging, to the sea.
Crows hopped along the strand-line.
They were moving for no one.
The tide was up to the grey rocks.
Steam rose from a warmer sea.
"Morning Mate."
They had clambered up to Stubborn Dog Stack.
It was 8-27.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
A ring of stones had appeared next to the stack
Beach Buoy hopped that they hadn't been robbed from the stack.
He looked northwards, along the beach before sitting on a wobbly driftwood plank, drinking a wobbly driftwood coffee.
A dog ran and ran as it barked at the sea.
It seemed to be living it's best life.
A lady walk to the grey rocks, she turned 180 degrees, like a marching soldier.
She headed for the village.
The sea seemed to be in a hurry today, like it needed to be somewhere else today.
Beach Buoy wasn't and didn't.
The coffee was hotter than usual, thanks to a new thermal mug.
Beach Buoy stood up to drink the last of coffee.
Another Dog.
She and Beach Buoy headed back north.
A man headed south with one cream and one black Labrador.
Two joggers jogged.
One wore bright Orange trainers.
Beach Buoy played beach bubble wrap as he walked.
Up on the access ramp, Team Mick Aston Jumper headed back to their vehicles.
Once again the council's sea tax making people time their walks.
It was 9 a.m.
The charges were due to start.
TED.
For a minute or two bright sunlight caught the bay window of the sea front windows.
The light shining back was brighter than any lighthouse.
They continued north.
A Flying Saucer Cloud, they're not daft you know?
The Pizza Van was just heading along the promenade.
Others walked the walk in bright sunshine.
#sbyilontour
Beach Buoy.
