It was Friday
3-33 pm.
The wind blew from the southwest.
Beach Buoy knew that the walk may be cut short, but he was desperate to visit the sea.
Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed for that sea.
The dunes were being stripped of sand by the very strong wind.
Beach Buoy carried Stubborn Dog when needed to protect him from being sandblasted.
Beach Buoy held his mate for a good while as they both stared out to sea.
There would be no stack stacking today.
They headed back.
The Hungry Seagull was already packing up, almost ready to go.
Beach Buoy slid open the side door of the bright white van and placed a windswept and interesting Stubborn Dog inside.
Sanctuary.
Beach Buoy walked around to the driver's door.
It opened it, no bother.
Closing it was another matter.
The wind pushed and pushed the door open.
They almost set sail for The Headland!
Beach Buoy watched in the rear view mirror of the parked van as a Learner driver negotiated imaginary cars, parked on imaginary day's out by imaginary people.
Imagine that.
The van rocked side to side, buffeted by the wind.
The movement helped to send a drained and tired Beach Buoy off to sleep.
It had been a long day.
It had been a long year.
He woke to find darkness had fallen like a curtain.
Rain had fell too.
It was a shower curtain.
They drove off.
Imaginary people waved goodbye and shouted
'Come back soon!'
They will.
"That's what Tiggers do."
Beach Buoy.
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