Just Beach Buoy.
He and his coffee reached the access ramp at 6-09 a.m.
It was sunny.
There was a fresh breeze from the south west.
Team One Black Ear were to the north, heading south.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
He headed south too.
He walked the soft sand so that he didn't disturb Gulls, resting at the water's edge.
The sea was calm, rippled only by the light breeze.
A yellow and blue Scooby-Doo ball appeared at Beach Buoy's feet.
Milo...
He threw the ball for the friendly Labrador.
The remaining members of Team One Black Ear arrived.
They chatted as they walked towards the Grey Rocks.
They went their separate ways.
6-36.
”Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Milo loves the sea.
Sand Martin.
Sand Martin.
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Sand Martin.
Beach Buoy sat sipping coffee watching the wonderful little birds.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy continued south...
To North Gare Pier.
Fishermen on North Gare Pier.
The north side of the Pier.
It was only today that Beach Buoy realised the significance of the curve.
In rough seas it will help to protect the Pier forcing breaking waves to rise before falling back into the bay.
The north side of North Gare Pier.
It's a nice spot to see.
Through the railings.
Sand Martin.
Fishermen along at the very end.
The differing angles of the fishermen's rods brought Wind Turbines Blades to mind.
Keep Out.
A Pier fisherman tried his luck at the water's edge.
A Sand Martin over the curving Sand Martin Corner.
Sand Martins over the Tank Traps.
A Sand Martin turns, to round the dune edge.
Full speed ahead.
Back to to the beach.
Back to the van with chat to Mr.Gunn/Lunn on the way.
BEACH BUOY.
BEACH BUOY.