Beach Buoy finally made it to the beach around 2 pm.
The scene was one of four seasons in one day.
There was a few VW van's in the car park today.
Beach Buoy ended up next to another T4... as you do.
The wind from the North was biting.
They headed down the ramp to the beach as a lady headed up, back towards the car park.
She wore ripped jeans.
Her legs looked bluer than the ripped denim did.
It was so cold.
They headed to the water's edge.
A family to the north did Bookface star jumps for their friend with a camera.
A Rainbow chasing photographer went by; too late.
The precipitation began to fall like bullets.
The sea that was a contrasting shade of green to the sky of grey, became grey itself almost instantly.
It was edged with rips of white as the rough sea broke just offshore.
Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed for the hills.
Well... a van with coffee and biscuits to be more accurate.
A mass exodus ensued.
The world became misty window grey.
People went .
People came, even though the weather was horrid, some still headed out; a sea of bright red and white Santa hats walked the strandline.
Making a strandline of their own.
Beach Buoy towel-dried Stubborn Dog, then wrapped him in a blanket.
Hob was lit.
Hands were warmed.
Kettle was boiled.
Coffee was drank as Monastic looking types walked, drenched and bedraggled from the beach.
The last drips of daylight trickled down Christmas Eve.
Time to go.
BEACH BUOY.
