Saturday.
6-50 a.m.
Just Beach Buoy.
It had rained overnight.
It had all but stopped.
There was a breeze from the south west.
The air smelt more like countryside than sea.
Then again the breeze was blowing across the rain-dampened dunes.
The tide was well out.
The wreck was on show.
Beach Buoy headed for it.
No dog today so the dog ban area wasn't an issue.
Click.
He headed south.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.
The Wind Turbines and a strong breeze.
A Sea Serpent Marker thrown in for good luck
It was a lovely fresh morning.
Good to be alive.
It can be taken away without warning.
A lady in red headed south with her Spaniel, Jasper.
A crow bounced from dune to beach as though it was on a tiny and invisible Space Hopper.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-26.
Beach Buoy added five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
A bit like John Shuttleworth, checking the level at the local reservoir, Beach Buoy checked the level on the wildlife bowl.
The overnight rain had topped it up nicely.
He went and sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
He had a sit and think.
Beach regulars with a Labrador and a German Shepherd walk the water's edge.
They aren't mentioned in the blog much, for no particular reason.
Beach Buoy watched a nearby Snail travel across the sand.
The damp had brought lots out.
Easier to move on damp sand one would imagine?
Like Slugs with Caravans on a Bank Holiday weekend.
Horses.
Always a pleasing addition to the wonderful beach.
Team Muzzled Dog passed by on the beach below.
They shared distant waves.
The lady with a red coat and a Spaniel called Jasper passed by heading north.
"Come on Jasper!"
They shared distant waves.
A Massive Bee drifted by, like a full stop that a writer was desperate to find.
Finally finish that chapter.
That sentence.
That book.
One of each Buoy's daughters messaged to say her workmate has just found out that she has stage four cancer.
BASTARD DISEASE!
Beach Buoy messaged back.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy continued south.
He "talked" to his workmate Geoff as he did so.
They say you die twice.
Once when it happens and again the day that no one mentions your name.
"Geoff Walker."
To be honest the conversation was a bit one way but Beach Buoy doesn't mind.
Sometimes it's just as important to listen as it is to talk.
Skylarks filled the non awkward silences.
Sand Martin Corner.
Click.
Click.
Click.
One click actually managed to capture a Sand Martin.
So quick, so busy and so beautiful.
Beach Buoy headed back northwards.
A Tees Tug edged out to meet and greet an incoming Ship.
Beach Buoy zoomed in on the Vessel.
It seemed to take for ever to look any closer.
Then it arrived.
Four Tugs in total guided it down the river.
Beach Buoy continued northwards.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn gave a distant wave as he and excellent dog Alfie headed south along the strand-line.
The wave was returned.
BEACH BUOY.
