It had been a very uncomfortably warm night.
Beach Buoy had been up since 3-30.
He reached the beach car park alone at 5-45 a.m.
A light breeze blew.
It was more than welcome.
Little Terns filled the air.
Sight and sound.
A Yacht crossed the bay.
Beach Buoy headed to the sea.
He collected five suitable stones.
The North.
Beach Buoy headed south.
The tide was a fair way in.
The breeze picked up.
It looked like there could be rain to the north?
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-24.
He patted
THE
stone
He added the five suitable stones.
He picked up a large rock.
He used it to hammer an old dune fence post into the sand.
It was now a Stubborn Dog Stack Marker.
Beach Buoy attached a piece of beach-found roof slate to the post.
Written on it was...
STUBBORN DOG STACK.
Recently, other people's scribbling on stones had been making it look like their stack.
It wasn't.
It was STUBBORN DOG'S.
On the beach below, the lady who walks the full length of the beach turned back north.
She had walked as far as the tide would allow.
They had a sit and a think.
A Small Ship that was almost a boat headed out to sea.
A bird.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach below.
No rush.
He has forever.
Others led the way.
That was OK.
A Ringed Plover.
After the beach party.
Sadly typical during the summer.
Beach Buoy began a beachclean.
He goes for glass bottles first of all.
If left to be smashed they can cause a danger for years to come.
Up on the Esplanade he placed the beach cleaned items into the bins.
BEACH BUOY.
