Beach Buoy arrived at Sandy Car Park.
It was 6-27 a.m.
He was alone.
Team One Black Ear were coming up the beach access ramp.
They chatted as Beach Buoy made a fuss of Hugo, the dog with one black ear.
There was talk of two beach fishermen and a camouflaged tent to the north.
Little Terns chattered over head.
Beach Buoy headed to the beach.
He collected five suitable stones as he headed to the water's edge.
The tide was well in.
Rain fell out at sea.
The tide was well but heading out.
More angled rain fell along the horizon.
They headed south.
The Camouflaged Tent was set up on the dry side of the strand-line.
Presumably, the fishermen were having a nap inside?
Two fishing rods lay nearby.
A breeze blew from the west.
An Aeroplane flew overhead.
For a moment Beach Buoy traded places with one of its passengers that was looking out of the window.
That feeling of being back home, catching a glimpse of the tiny world below.
A man and his dog walk the beach.
Little more than a snapshots of another life.
What's their story?
It's here.
This is it.
More rain at sea.
Sand Martin.
Sand Martin.
Sand Martin.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-02 a.m.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Sit and think on a driftwood seat with an elevated view.
It began to rain.
Beach Buoy's single but waterproof hood went up.
One man tent.
"See you mate."
He continued south, along the dune edge.
He came across a camp fire spot.
Someone had been busy...
Tons of the Grey rocks had been moved to create a pathway to the sea.
Lots of work!
Nearby a Massive hole had been dug.
Sand Dune artwork.
A Gentleman and his Spaniel came from the south.
They had met before.
The man was trying to obtain a location for "The Dog Memorial." - Stubborn Dog Stack.
His friend's daughter has lost her dog.
She wanted to come.
The man said his was going to use "What 3 Words.
Beach Buoy was curious.
He took the short walk back with the man and his dog.
"Dice
Flips
Wipes."
Beach Buoy wasn't keen on those three.
Team Muzzled Dog arrived at the stacks.
Greetings were exchanged and explanations given.
Beach Buoy left the man and Spaniel up at the Stack.
He continued south once more.
He watched the Sand Martins for a while.
Some flew along the dune edge.
He turned to head back.
The Gentleman and his Spaniel were heading back.
"Those three words were wrong.
That's somewhere in Gambia.
It was set wrong."
To be honest Beach Buoy was relieved.
"It's
Splice
Frame
Meant"
Beach Buoy made a note of them and confirmed the spellings
He thanked the man.
Beach Buoy continued north.
As always it was pleasing to see one of the Crows making use of the giant pencils.
He hoped that the vantage points remain long after he was gone.
He walked the water's edge.
The fishermen slept on.
Maybe it was them who moved all of those rocks?
They would be tired.
Little Tern.
The tide was heading out but the wreck was still at sea.
He headed to the Esplanade.
A small but varied beach clean went into an Esplanade Bin.
BEACH BUOY.
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