Wednesday.
Beach Buoy reached the beach
at 6-32 a.m.
The lady who once fell off her bike, walked back to the north with her companion.
A cold wind blew from the north.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed towards the sea.
The 7 a.m club heading north at a canny pace.
"Morning Paul!"
"Morning."
Distant waves were shared.
Off to the south.
Crow and Gulls followed behind.
Cat treats scattered around.
Not too many people.
One man cut up into the dunes with his collie dog.
The 7 a.m. club returned to the north.
They stopped to chat for a short while.
They went their separate ways.
Team One Black Ear were to the north.
With five suitable stones already safely in his beach bag, Beach Buoy headed to the low level route.
"Morning Mate "
It was 7-01.
Beach Buoy added the stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
A man walked north then south on the beach below.
He had a small black dog and an orange jacket.
He looked up towards Stubborn Dog Stack.
Although they had never spoke or met, Beach Buoy gave a distant wave.
It was returned.
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The man and his dog went off into the distance.
Beach Buoy watched the bay's weather move around.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy decided to continue south along the dunes.
Two hoods were up.
The sound of rain began to patter on them.
Flashes of light went by.
It was sleet.
They went down to the Tank Traps before returning to the north.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn were heading south.
They stopped and chatted as Alfie the excellent dog had a good neck scratch and shoulder rub.
They wished each other well before going their separate ways.
Hints of colour were in the gloom to the north.
Light changed by the second as bands of sunlight scanned the beach like a barcode.
Light and dark passed by.
The Sun broke through once more .
Bad weather headed towards it like a drawn curtain.
So much contrasting and constantly changing light today.
Beach Buoy caught sight of the wreck.
It was almost completely claimed by sand yesterday.
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The wreck today.
Exposed once more as bad weather travels south.
They headed back to the van
Perfect timing.
The rain came ashore.
The Coastal Cabin were just setting up for the day.
BEACH BUOY.
