Friday..
Beach Buoy was unable to do an early beach.
He filled in some of his time be playing catch up with the daft drawings that he does.
He hopes to have one for everyday of the year.
Time will tell.
He'll have to last it to the end of the year to make it possible.
He just did drawings.
He will colour the illustrations later.
It was late afternoon by the time Beach Buoy could reach the beach.
Storm Amy was arriving.
Another Dog stayed stayed home.
The car park was being blasted, the van rocking.
Beach Buoy moved the van so it had some shelter from the wind roaring over the dunes.
He headed down the beach access ramp.
He collected five suitable stones.
There was wind and rain from the south west.
It was surprisingly mild.
Shifting sand shifted.
The lighter colour on the beach is shifting and snaking sands.
Some Gulls tried to head south into a roaring wind.
The tide was a canny way out.
When he had arrived, the Wind Turbines were lost to the gloom.
In no time at all, the gloom had headed north.
The Turbines came into view with a blue backdrop.
White clouds whizzed by.
The sea and the sky were contrasting colours.
"Afternoon Mate."
It was 4-54 p.m.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was strange, because as he headed up the small slope to Stubborn Dog Stack, he had a feeling something would be different.
There it was .
Another Brakesy Stone.
Excellent.
Beach Buoy hoped that Brakesy had seen the thank you stone,
Beach Buoy pooped the stone into his beach bag.
He hoped that this was the correct thing to do?
If left behind it would be taken.
He gad left them before, only for them to go missing.
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He has a sit, think and wobble in the wind.
"See you mate."
He headed back to the beach.
Thankfully it would be a tail wind on the return journey.
Back to the north.
A Lone Metal Detectorist scanned the windswept dune edge.
Sanctuary.
BEACH BUOY.
