Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-07 p.m.
As they arrived, two joggers set off northwards along The Esplanade.
A couple with a small dog left the water's edge, heading for the car park.
The tracks on the beach look like them came from a quad bike.
They were all over.
It must have been quite annoying.
Up ahead, a couple with an annoying little dog that came running over a couple of times.
Beach Buoy had to pick Another Dog up .
The couple headed back through the dunes.
Beach Buoy kept on track.
The lady with the Husky Cross, walked the water's edge.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog climbed the big slope.
They walked the "easy" route.
6-34.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
The Big Orange Buoy has gone.
Someone had thrown it onto the beach below.
"That's better "
Beach Buoy sat on the well-worn plank with plenty of rust.
He didn't need a drink.
A faceful of sea air was most refreshing.
"See you mate "
They went back along the "easy" route.
Beach Buoy paused at the top of the big slope.
He was pleased to be able to see the Orange Buoy, sat on top of the stack.
Bottom right of photograph.
To the west, an oil rig waited to be dismantled.
A slow walk back.
Beach Buoy reached into his beach bag.
A find from this morning.
An off of skirting board will make a seaside cottage.
The breeze became a wind.
The temperature dropped.
Surely more rain on the way.
The tide was coming back in.
A curving water's edge, drawn freehand.
BEACH BUOY.
