Tuesday.
A day off.
Beach Buoy had swapped his days.
He was alone.
Another dog would not budge.
He reached the car park at 5-25 a m.
The Sun was up.
Little Terns filled the air.
He headed south.
There was a slight but very pleasant breeze off the sea.
The tide looked to be about fifty/ fifty.
Not in.
Not out.
There was a hint of mist in the bay.
Some wind turbines spun unseen.
The Headland was faint like a distant memory.
Beach Buoy savoured the warmth of the Sun.
Grass root hang from the broken dune edge.
Beach Buoy had kept checking back for others.
No one.
No one.
No one
Every solitary minute more precious and stolen than the last.
Blabbermouth.
6-08 .
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added seven stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He drank coffee.
It was truly glorious.
He had a sit and think.
He looked at the Mari stone.
He pictured the Big Wonderful Dog bounding around, in dune, on beach.
She was there.
He could sense it.
He stayed longer than usual.
Another Dog would complain after a while.
Beach Buoy thought about the driftwood seat.
This driftwood wedge was the best driftwood bench to date.
It's days may be numbered?
Summer was coming, allegedly.
More people would pass the stack.
More chances of it being thrown over the dune edge.
Beach Buoy went for a wander.
"See you mate."
A driftwood windbreak was down on the beach to the south.
Beach Buoy collected a bagful of plastic bottles.
He headed off back along the "Easy."
route.
Going down the big slope he met Mr.Gunn/Lunn on the way up.
They had a chat about lucky stones and treasure.
They went their separate ways.
A Spaniel as wet as the sea came to say hello.
Beach Buoy waves to the owner as she passed.
Beach Buoy collected two colourful cans.
He chatted to Team Muzzled Dog on the Esplanade.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn came running along the Esplanade.
"Alfie's gone missing."
Beach Buoy went up onto the dunes.
"Alfie!"
"Alfie!"
All was OK, he was found on the beach below.
Panic over.
Beach Buoy chatted to the man with a rucksack and a Rottweiler.
He had taken to wearing a body camera.
He had had a few run-ins with very impolite people.
To put it mildly.
BEACH BUOY.
