Wednesday morning at 7-48...
Beach Buoy reached the beach alone.
Another Dog wasn't at all interested in leaving her bed.
It could have been a good decision as a strong wind from the south west shifted sand.
Two thirds of Team Mick Aston Jumper were on The Esplanade.
Beach Buoy headed to the beach and collected five suitable stones.
No torch required.
He headed south.
The man who once had four dogs was up ahead with three.
The man who once had four dogs paused.
A lady walked the water's edge as she threw a ball for her dog.
The man with no dog but a pocketful of sweets stormed ahead.
A choppy sea rolled in.
The tide was more in than it was out.
Sea foam, like cartoon ghosts slid towards the safety of the dunes.
Beach Buoy had two hoods firmly up.
It was chilly.
The man and his three dogs walked the low level route.
There was no beach access to the Tank Traps today.
The man with no dog cut into the dunes.
He went up his own slope!
Beach Buoy felt sure that if he followed the man that it would lead the way to The Midget Gem Mines.
STUFF OF LEGEND.
Resisting temptation, Beach Buoy headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
It was 8-18.
He added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a sit and think.
A Small Ship headed for the river.
Team Muzzled Dog appeared.
They discussed the "joys" of shopping at Christmas...
With a "Have a great Christmas." they were gone,
Beach Buoy sat watching the dune grass dance, the sea roll in.
He could be sat on an Island.
He can imagine that he is there.
A shack behind him with a driftwood bench and table outside.
An area for an open fire when sea breezes would allow.
"See you mate."
There was no need to lock the shack.
Those who see it too are welcome to share.
He returned to the beach below.
The tide was heading out.
A man and his Border Collie walked by the sea.
Beach Buoy continued north.
To the south, a man and his dog played football by the sea.
The footballing duo had stopped for a half time team talk.
The Gentleman who sleeps rough appeared from a night in the dunes.
Dylan the dog approached.
His owner gave a distant wave as she passed by.
Back to the south, the footballer and the rough sleeper chatted.
The talk went on.
Beach Buoy fed some Crows.
Gulls came too.
More Gulls joined.
Beach Buoy and wind-blown sand headed up the beach access ramp.
BEACH BUOY.
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