It was sometime after 10 a.m.
The new toilets were open.
Beach Buoy set off for Middleton.
The lifeguards prepared for the day ahead.
The Smallies.
Bike parked up where Beach Buoy's Dad's cabin once stood.
Now Private Parking.
Private Garden.
Public Memories.
A cabin.
A Dad.
A Beach Buoy.
A drawing.
A cabin.
A Dad .
A Dog called Duke.
For the first time in over forty years, Beach Buoy set off along Middleton Pier.
The emotion of it hit in the stomach like a brick.
His eyes filled up.
He would come to fish on the Pier with his Dad.
Sure he goes to Middleton a lot.
Somehow the Pier felt like a time machine.
Many memories came rushing back.
The Pier end.
Two Polish Fishermen set off along the Pier
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Morning."
The beach below.
The wall where a young Beach Buoy chalked a Goal and a goalkeeper.
To play football alone.
Memories.
Beach Buoy.
