Beach Buoy and Another Dog parked up at
5-58 p.m.
From the van, Beach Buoy could see a yacht over near the river mouth.
It was unusual to see one so far south in the bay.
Someone in the car park was having a Bluetooth phone conversation.
It sounded like a seaside bingo caller was set up in a nearby vehicle.
They headed to the beach
Although it was warm, Beach Buoy opted to wear his old orange coat.
It was one of days when rain could come in the drop of a hat, flamboyant or not.
It was the brightest of lights,
The warmest of Suns
The Darkest of cloud,
Anything could happen.
As they arrived a couple of surfers were calling it a Wednesday.
A bit of a 6 p.m. rush ensued, as the free parking began.
Beach Buoy dawdled, as he does, letting anyone and everyone zip by.
Each with their own inner and external rush.
The high tide made it a busy and narrow beach.
Out in the bay, Soaring White Gulls looked like stars in a clear night sky as the sun reflected off them as they flew in a bruise blue sky.
Sand Martins swooped up and down the beach.
They seemed yo be making a burrow in the recently exposed dune edge, rather to the south at Sand Martin Corner?
Beach Buoy collected five beach stones.
They climbed the sandy slope.
The Skylarks piped them aboard.
"Evening Mate."
He added the stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He spent a few moments looking at the sea
"See you mate."
The slid down a second sandy slope
Beach Buoy sat just in front of Stubborn Dog Stack to drink his coffee.
The coffee tasted all the better for the tranquility that it was served with.
A hint of a rainbow appeared out in the bay, beyond The Sea Serpent.
The threat of rain had seemed to have travelled south.
They headed back.
Two Pebbles with legs
(Stonius Scamperus)
to give them their latin name, were just slightly ahead,
tunning to and from the sea as it constantly changed direction.
A young lady headed south with her two dogs.
The dogs ran to greet Beach Buoy and Another Dog.
They were friendly.
"Sorry!"
"Don't be, there's no need."
They continued heading towards the van.
An elderly gentleman was heading down the beach access ramp.
He was walking an elderly greyhound.
The dog was black but the emphasis was on the grey.
"Evening."
"Evening "
The man pointed to The Little Tern fencing.
"Are the little birds due?"
They already here.'
The gentleman went on to say that they had fenced off the best part of the beach.
Suggesting that they could have moved it south.
Beach Buoy explained that the birds chose the spot a few years ago not the council.
Beach Buoy headed to the promenade.
Two twitchers rested on the promenade wall over-looking the
Little Tern site.
BEACH BUOY.
