Beach Buoy had to go to Middlesbrough.
So it was time for a day off.
Four days holiday taken all year.
Today was the fifth.
Some People are like this.
Never sure just who is going to show up.
They are hard times though.
Maybe cut everyone a little slack?
Later in the day they headed for the beach in the van for some more exercise.
They arrived at 3-15pm.
It was a bleak and windswept scene.
The tide was well out.
The dirty dishwater grey sea was wild.
They stacked Stubborn Dog Stack.
They looked down to the water's edge as around Thirty Oyster Catchers stood, searching to see what each wave had delivered for supper.
They headed back to the van that was waiting in the car park like a haven.
Five Gulls flew from the direction of the dunes, heading out to sea, noisily and quickly with a tailwind.
They and their argument drifted into the distance.
Hidden eventually by the greyness of the day and the roar of the sea.
Old cold fingers that had made beach notes and had taken beach photographs were shuffled into warm pockets.
As they left; the rain arrived.
The Owner of The Hungry Seagulls started to store once optimistic tables and chairs.
The lights from his outlet lit up a darkening promenade.
Beach Buoy.
