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| Beach Buoy had worked until 3-30. It was too late to go to the football match. He went for Stubborn Dog. He made a splash of coffee for a travel mug, even though the journey to the beach was such a short one. He put Stubborn Dog and the coffee in the van and a creme egg in his mouth as he set off for the beach. They arrived at 4-20pm. Storm Erik had been dashing around the country. The beach scene was windy but nowhere near a storm. Just a storm in a coffee cup maybe? Beach Buoy drank some of his coffee and slowly changed into his blustery beach attire. He was in a fair bit of discomfort, as he had been since before Christmas. Perhaps a hot post-work soak in the bath might have been a better idea? Or maybe just sit in the van and finish the drink, people watch, then head off back...... Stubborn Dog would not be happy and would let Beach Buoy know about it all evening long. Beach Buoy shuffled to the water's edge. The wind was blowing dry sand out to sea. It was around high tide ...give or take..... The deep blue sea was deep and blue. The sky was sky blue.... Storm or not, the strong wind would have brought the expectation of a rough and dramatic sea. Maybe because of the wind direction, the sea seemed fairly calm; the strong wind acting to flatten the sea. It was rippled as far as the eye could see. Any breaking waves, broke just before reaching the beach and seemed to be a half-hearted affair. lastminutewave.com ? A black spaniel came to say hello, perhaps a pal of Mari the large friendly poodle? Maybe word had spread in the canine world about the old man with a Stubborn Dog on the Beach who do a good neck rub / scratch? The dog had flecks of grey in its black, sea soaked fur. Beach Buoy stroked and scratched the damp, ageing but friendly dog. It's owners shouted to it from a distance and off it went. About two thirds of the way to the grey rocks Beach Buoy needed to rest. The leg pain was too much and a dead weight Stubborn Dog wasn't helping much . With no benches nearby they stopped and Beach Buoy knelt a while on the slowly darkening beach, not knowing just how he was going to get back up again. The medical folk said good idea to keep moving, keep working but it can be exhausting at times. Beach Buoy knelt a while on the, by now deserted beach, whilst wondering what someone would think about his situation? |
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| Beach Buoy eventually headed back to the van. The sky was clear apart form a few grey, orange edged clouds up behind the dunes. Lots of puffing and panting later and Beach Buoy was back at the van. There was still some warm coffee. Beach Buoy was grateful. A hot bath soak was next on the list. Not a beach link but... Beach Buoy has finally found a song he had been looking for, for many years. He had heard it once on local radio many many years ago back in the days when Beach Buoy dabbled with songwriting. He had no idea who sang it but the chorus had ran through his mind many times. He found the song tonight and listened to it as he did the blog. K T Oslin New way home BEACH BUOY. |
