Saturday.
Beach Buoy woke at 5-40 am.
He had been having mobile phone problems.
Let us just say that version seven almost melted overnight, whilst on charge a few weeks back.
Beach Buoy dug out version six.
Version six had charging issues.
It had now reached the point, that to enable it to charge Beach Buoy had to put a few coins under the cable, place a weight on the phone itself, then step back as if he had primed an explosive device.
When Beach Buoy woke, he reached for version six to check the time.
6% battery; it hadn't charged up.
The phone was almost flat.
Beach Buoy felt pretty much the same.
He headed downstairs.
It would be odd heading for the beach unable to take photograph. It had become more of Beach Buoy's life than he had fully realised.
Stubborn Dog didn't look keen.
Beach Buoy made a coffee and a decision; no beach!
He faffed on the computer for a while.
The beach called.
It was later than usual, for a morning beach visit.
Phone-less; he and a reluctant Stubborn Dog headed for the beach.
It was around 7 -55 am
The car park was busy.
Keep-fitters in the car park, a man inflating a blow up paddle board and people with dogs.
It felt odd.
There were more keep-fitters on the beach as well as a more dogs and owners.
'Morning' said one of the 7 am club.
They were already heading back.
'Morning.'
The rain started.
It felt odd.
Not the rain; the day.
Five minutes later they were heading back to the van.
The rain was pouring.
Had it been a normal beach day, their full walk would be done, the kettle would be on.
They would be sat smug with a mug, listening to the rain on the roof.
It felt odd.
A Mother dozed in a nearby car, as her son
kept fit on the beach .
Beach Buoy headed off
Version eight later?
Most probably.
Beach Buoy.
