Beach Buoy carried out his usual day off pre- beach rituals.
Today there was a slight addition.
A teacake would be sacrificed on the toaster.
It popped too early; too pale.
Another blast at the alter and it was done.
Beach Buoy had breakfast as Stubborn Dog slept.
The dog was in a more relaxed sleeping position today.
Opting for a horse shoe type curve in his circular bed.
Beach Buoy checked the state of sky through the weather window.
As he watched the dark blue was edging out the light blue that was on show in the sky.
It reminded Beach Buoy of an egg timer, the dark cloud was the sand filling up the spaces.
Beach Buoy gathered up his little beach mate and headed for the beach.
The dog was carried to the water's edge.
He wasn't keen.
The rain came.
He was even less keen.
A couple stood at the water's edge, soaking up the rain, the sea, the sky and maybe each other's company.
Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog went back to the van.
Part walk.
Part carry.
Game Over.
Back in the van, Beach Buoy put on some heat and covered his mate in a blanket.
The dog was already wearing three layers.
Beach Buoy drank from his thermal mug as he pondered life, people, stuff and mortality.
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It was around 11-50 am when Beach Buoy drove back into the village.
He had to stop the van and take some photographs.
The light was just amazing.
It wasn't just that it was a light-starved winter feeling.
The light WAS amazing for anytime of the year.
Stick figures walked the beach, others the popular promenade.
Beach Buoy drove away reluctantly.
This morning's short beach visit had been a washout.
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It was 12-25 pm when they were tempted back to the beach.
The car park was busy.
The weather was bright and breezy, with a strong breeze coming from the north west.
The tide was still a fair way out.
There was a hint of a rainbow over to the north.
The south looked a different kettle of fish, dark clouds and someone seemed to have stolen Saltburn.
They headed south towards the gloomier-looking side of the bay.
Beach Buoy's line of thought was that the North West breeze was blowing the bad weather away.....
Beach Buoy carried four large stone up to the stack.
It looked very atmospheric beyond the river .
The hint of a rainbow became part of a rainbow.
They headed to the River.
Rain followed them.
That North West breeze had become wind, it had been storing some more rain and here it came.
Note to self
Rainbow = Rain + Sun - Sun = Rain.
They trudged back to the van, dripping as they did so.
They were wetter than the coffee Beach Buoy sat and drank in the back of the van as rain fell on the roof.
BEACH BUOY.
