Saturday.
Beach Buoy went to the beach alone.
He arrived at 7-55 a.m.
A couple with a dog and the man with a determined walking stick were heading to the south end of the Esplanade.
An Esplanade Cyclist pedalled by.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy headed to the beach.
Finger ends were cold as were the collected five suitable stones.
It was a messy strand-line.
Sea foam discoloured or coloured by sand.
It all depends on your outlook.
The tide was well out.
The sea was rough.
A cold wind blew from the water's edge.
The Moon shone.
Team Muzzled Dog were heading south.
Shifting sand shifted south too.
North and South Gare were taking a bit of a battering.
The Jogger with two Doddle Dogs headed south.
They will have a tough run back into a strong headwind.
The Moon was magnificent.
Team Muzzled Dog overtook.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Looks like Ruby was the only sensible one?"
"Yes."
Team Muzzled Dog headed into the dunes via the Big Slope.
Another couple walked the water's edge as Beach Buoy headed for the Big Slope.
Dips in the dunes offered shelter from the biting wind.
Beach Buoy checked the beach below.
"Its what Tiggers do best."
Through the dune grass and Sea Buckthorn, the path leads to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
It was 8-18.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
To the north, the Moon was claimed by grey.
The wind picked up.
Bad weather was on the way.
No sit and think.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy left some seeds for the Crow.
A quick walk to try and beat the weather.
Only thirty seconds into the return trip, snow had come.
No chance.
Four Joggers were heading south.
They turned back once the weather had taken hold.
The Joggers scattered like the seed that Beach Buoy was leaving for the nearby Crows.
No one was waiting for anyone in Team Jog.
Every man and woman for themselves.
Head first flurries of snow came and went and then returned.
It was falling horizontally.
Beach Buoy walked backwards for a while.
A man jogging with a dog turned back too.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy photographed the wreck once more.
Looking east.
Looking North.
Looking South.
finally, looking East, out to sea.
Beach Buoy headed back.
A man in shorts stood throwing a ball for his two dogs.
BEACH BUOY.
