Tuesday morning.
Beach Buoy went to the beach alone.
It was raining.
Beach Buoy parked up.
It was 7-02.
He sat listening to the rain on the roof.
It stopped.
It started.
A Damp Twitcher stood at the Esplanade wall.
The person wired for sound walked the perimeter of the car park.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple came up the beach access ramp.
It stopped once more.
He headed for the beach.
It was 7-15.
He collected five suitable stones.
The Little Terns were chattering but
Beach Buoy was unsure if they were trying to nest again?
The tide was more in than it was out.
Spots of rain were in the breeze.
The lady who walks the full length of the beach, did so.
Out in the Bay, some of the Wind Turbines stood idle.
A small platform was nearby.
Although the rain was coming and going.
It wasn't a grey day.
The sky was a bruised blue
The sea had a hint of mint green.
He walked the low level route.
He added sixteen sturdy stones
He climbed the small slope.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-56.
He added five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He checked the wildlife water bowl.
Recent heavy rain had topped it up.
He had a stand and think.
He scattered some seeds for the Crows to enjoy later.
Back down the small slope.
He added seventeen more stones to the sea defence.
Another Dog wasn't there to complain about the delay.
He returned to the beach.
He walked the water's edge.
The beach walker up ahead seemed to have extra long arms?
Beach Buoy then realised that the man had a shoe in each hand.
He was walking in and out of the shallows as he progressed northwards.
The tide was heading out.
The wreck was still at sea.
Dylan the Dog headed south.
Distant waves were shared.
Another beach walk done.
How many more?
Who knows?
Treasure each one, alone or not.
BEACH BUOY.
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