Beach Buoy woke.
It was dark.
'Wonder what time it is?' thought Beach Buoy.
He had a bit of a half-asleep think.
'4-20?'
He reached for his on-charge mobile phone.
4-20 am...
He went downstairs at 5-35 am.
A milky coffee later, Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog were heading for the beach.
It was raining.
A Baker's delivery van was parked up in the dark, wet car park, waiting for the shop to open.
The driver sat staring at his phone, his face was illuminated by the device's light, like a child looking into a brightly lit toy shop window at Christmas on a dark dreary day.
Beach Buoy carried his beach mate down to the water's edge.
Stubborn Dog was having none of it.
There was no point.
He picked his mate up once more and headed back to base camp.
He placed Stubborn Dog on the sand to take a photograph of driftwood that someone had stuck upright in the sand.
No need to stress.
Beach Buoy had Coffee and had the forethought to buy doughnuts on the way to the beach.
The rain became heavier and heavier.
Beach Buoy reboiled the kettle and made a second coffee.
COFFEE TWO.
RETURN OF THE DOUGHNUTS.
It was such a grey morning that the Headland Lighthouse flashed as brightly as if it were night.
The sea and sky seems to be having a
'See who can be the darkest grey competition.'
A promenade walker braved the rain.
They headed back passing an abandoned bicycle as the did so.
Later Beach Buoy went and parked over the Headland for a couple of hours.
A moth drawn to the light of the lighthouse?
Later still they walked a dark, wet and windy Promenade,
as you do.
BEACH BUOY.
