Bank Holiday Monday morning.
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another reached Sandy Car Park.
It was 6-33.
Beach Buoy chatted to the council worker who had come to empty the Esplanade Bins.
Around twenty bags of rubbish had been piled up alongside the single bin at the top of the access ramp.
They wished each other a good day before going their own way.
Beach Buoy and the dogs headed down the beach access ramp as the lady who once fell off her bike and companion were heading back north along the Esplanade.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy and the dogs headed to the wreck.
He collected five suitable stones.
He could never recall a sea so calm.
The tide was well out.
Little Terns chattered overhead.
Protective sand was beginning to claim the wreck.
At times it is completely hidden.
A Lone Gull sailed the flattest of seas.
Beach Buoy and the dogs headed south.
Geese flew to the north west.
The calmest of seas.
Even way out on the horizon the flat sea sparked with the unusual light from the Sun.
A man with a Retriever headed south, another north.
It later come to light that the one in the photograph is the very very wet retriever.
Beach Buoy and the dogs walked the low level route.
Beach Buoy selected and placed two sturdy stones.
Skylarks piped them aboard the dunes.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-10.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He scattered some seeds for the Crows later.
He sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
Both dogs laid at his feet.
A light but pleasant breeze blew on his neck.
Sit and think view.
The light was most unusual.
Team Muzzled Dog passed by on the beach below as they headed towards Sand Martin Corner.
They both gave a distant wave
Beach Buoy gave a double arm distant wavelength in response.
A cloud of flies decided that Stubborn Dog Stack was the place to be.
"See you mate."
They returned to the low level route.
Back to the beach.
To the north two sea swimmers screamed as they entered the sea.
The lady who walks the full length of the beach gave a distant wave as she headed south along the water's edge.
The very very wet retriever came along.
Beach Buoy hadn't noticed them earlier.
The owners chatted.
The very very wet retriever is called Suzie.
She's as grand as she is wet.
Which is a lot.
Beach Buoy did a bit of a beach clean as he headed back.
The litter pick lady was nearby quickly collecting beach rubbish.
Back in the car park another chat to Suzie's owner.
Subject:- Camper vans.
BEACH BUOY.
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