Saturday.
Beach Buoy had been up since 3-20.
Just Beach Buoy and Another Dog today.
Borrowed Dog had gone home.
It was 5-30 a.m.
A man passed by on The Esplanade.
He had a Grey Bull Terrier.
They chatted briefly.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
Gull had gathered at the water's edge.
It was a pleasant morning.
The Sun was an eye in the Sky.
They continued south.
Beach Buoy wondered would he do if this was to be his last beach.
One day it will be.
Perhaps he would breathe a little deeper?
Look up.
Look out.
Never look down.
Maybe wave goodbye to The Sea Serpent and the birds.
Perhaps he would sit and think a little longer.
"Good Morning."
The Sea Serpent.
All but two of the twenty seven Wind Turbines stood idle.
They headed to the low level route.
The 7 a.m. club were way to the north.
Up the small slope.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-17.
He added five added stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
They didn't sit and think.
Hopefully this wasn't the last beach.
They continued south along the undulating dunes edge.
Beach Buoy has been listening to Melancholy Hill a lot lately.
He paused at the top of a dune and had a think.
A melancholy dune...
Sand Martins down at Sand Martin Corner.
They crossed over to North Gare Pier.
The Pier.
From the Pier, Beach Buoy could see that Team One Black Ear were at their driftwood bench.
Barrier.
Sorry.
We are closed.
North Gare Beach.
Sand Martin and the Sea Serpent Marker.
They headed back to the dunes.
Back to the beach below.
They headed north.
Stubborn Dog Stack from the beach below.
Beach Buoy gave a distant wave.
The man who once had four dogs but today had three, passed by.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"You O.K?"
"Yes thanks."
Team Muzzled Dog passed by.
Jogging section first.
"Morning."
"Hiya."
The walking section were next.
They chatted briefly before going their own way.
BEACH BUOY.
