Beach Buoy reached the car park at 3-50 pm
The sky was sky blue.
Plenty of people milled around, squeezing the last drops of daylight from the day.
The sea was calm.
The air was still.
There wasn't going to be much daylight left.
Now for the world's smallest violin...
Beach Buoy has worked the vast majority of his working life in factories.
He has worked way too many hours overtime.
Some jobs began at 7-30am and finished at 6pm or 7-30pm if the 12 hour shift were on; winter and dark night seemed to last five or six months.
Back in those days an open roller door at the end of the factory building was like a Cinema Screen.
NOW SHOWING.
The Outside World.
Now he finishes at 3pm,
we are a few days from the shortest day and he is still able to grab a beach visit.
It was a short walk to the water's edge as the tide was so high.
Beach Buoy spotted a red rose caught on the strand line, then another and another; five in total.
They had most probably had been thrown into the sea as a memorial to someone who loved the sea and the dreams it allowed them to travel on.
The Calm sea calmed.
The sea and dunes touched base.
Beach Buoy stacked the stack and headed back.
As he travelled north the light gave way to the artificial lights of Seaton Carew and Hartlepool.
The Promenade lights, the illuminated village Christmas tree, the Orange lights of the docks, the strip of the Headland with its
"apple and." Lighthouse
at the end of the line, like the cherry on the cake.
BEACH BUOY.
