 |
| A tired Beach Buoy hadn't slept well. Up until 2 a.m. then laid listening to the rain on the sloping roof whilst looking into the darkness through the skylight. Odd really the rain would normally have sent him to sleep. Beach Buoy had seen the weather forecast the night before, it said the rain would stop around 7 a.m.; it did. Beach Buoy waited a while to make sure there was no more rain then walked to the beach with Stubborn Dog. He Arrived at 7-57; the all weather 7 am club were leaving the Beach and heading back along the promenade. The large Poodle ran over to see Beach Buoy for it's neck rub. It's owner; wearing flamboyant hat shouted over " I don't know why she always runs over to you? It's not like you have any biscuits or anything." "I Know where to scratch." Beach Buoy replied. The Large Poodle had one of it's back leg in the air trying to join in the scratch." "What's her name?" Beach Buoy enquired. "Marie." answered the owner. They went their separate ways. Silent Beach Buoy was turning into a threat to Alan Carr for the title of Chatty Man. Beach Buoy headed down the Beach as the Village Church clock struck eight. He was in almost the same spot twelve hours earlier, as the evening eight sounded out across the South of the village and the Beach beyond. Beach Buoy is old, so maybe it ok to call someone a fair bit older elderly? Anyway a lady who Beach Buoy sees quite regularly walking her dog as he goes to work or sometimes they pass on the Beach came over with a her dog. She had seen Stubborn Dog put the brakes on. " I saw your dog stop, I thought it might help if they said Hello." she added. Her Dog was a Shitzu with a lovely long coat and seemed more like Stubborn Dog's size ; he is a Lhassa Apso. Apparently they have much the same temperament ... STUBBORN! They shared stubborn stories then headed in opposite directions. Beach Buoy headed to North Gare, hoping that the young Seal that he saw come ashore last night wasn't still there. It wasn't. "Good." thought Beach Buoy. They crossed over the Pier to North Gare passing the Sand Martins on the way. Down by the River two cormorants flew just above the water into the strong wind. A Seagull, higher up in the Sky was getting nowhere fast.They sat a while,as they tend to do more and lately. As they headed back they met a man and his Cockerpoo. They exchanged a dog story or two. The man said that there was a Seal down on North Gare Beach. Two people were stood with it and a lady in a uniform had been to see it and busily walked away. "She had a good march on her." added the man. They also went their separate ways. Beach Buoy hoped the Seal wasn't last night's but headed back to Seaton Sands, convincing himself that the Seal was in good hands. They cut back through the Dunes, then back to the Beach for another sit and think. |
 |
| As they sat, a small Seal head popped up, perhaps this was last night's Seal. beach Buoy hoped so. They finally left the beach as the bells sounded out 10 a.m. |
 |
| When he got back, Beach Buoy photographed some recent finds. BEACH BUOY. |
