Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog set off on foot (On paw.) for a beach walk.
It was 3-52pm
The clocks went back last weekend for GMT.
3-52 is the new 4-52 so they say.
There was a strange light as they walked alongside the Cricket Club.
The strange light became a shower of rain in a blaze of distant sun.
It came and went.
The road was fairly quiet until a horse came trotting up the road, heading for the sea front.
It came and went with a
buggy and a lad in camouflage towed behind.
The rain stopped as a rainbow appeared over the art deco Bus Station.
They had had a bit of a soaking.
Wet is the new dry so they say.
There were some lovely clouds around.
Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed South......
There was rainfall over towards the river mouth.
A family group passed by, heading back north.
Their dog had what could've been the longest dog lead in the world?
They could have stayed in the car and let it walk to the North Gare Pier.... probably?
They walked to the water's edge.
The sea looked calm.
It could be very unpredictable,
almost as unpredictable as people.
They stacked the stack and admired the view.
The sky did the dance of a dying fire as the sun began to set.
The sea mirrored the colours to some extent.
The sea turned Orange.
They sea turned Pink.
The sea turned Grey.
Eventually the tide would turn too.
The colour in the sky stayed a little longer, hiding as it was behind the dunes.
It glowed like an open furnace.
Out at sea differing shades of grey slipped over one another.
They did their slow walk back to the North.
A man walked the strand line with a bag, looking for finds.
Another man walked the water's edge with his hands in his pockets looking for answers.
By now the whole sky was a multitude of greys, looking like an artist's palette as he mixed and blended various shades looking for that one; sky grey.
They headed back, walking into a constant line of car headlights, like an illuminated snake
as work-worn workers headed home.
It was dark now.
Night is the new day so they say.
BEACH BUOY.
