Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog arrived in the car park at 4-20 pm
There was a slight breeze from the west.
The tide was quite high this afternoon.
It was a little misty with an eerie light over towards the river mouth.
There was a few people about, more than there normally would been a late afternoon weekday in January.
But this is not a normal January.
Breach Buoy and Stubborn Dog ambled southwards.
A man in a Red Coat went striding past them.
It looked like he was late to present a knobbly knees contest?
The sea looked like it was breaking into curling waves in slow motion; three quarter speed.
It was like the sea, though not blood red was thicker than water today.
A lady sat on a large piece of driftwood and watched her small dog play down by the water's edge.
The driftwood piece she had chosen as her seat was fast becoming a fixture of the beach's furniture.
It arrived months ago.
A storm will claim it.
The sea gives.
The sea takes.
The man in the red coat came striding back, heading south.
Beach Buoy wondered if there had been a mix up and in fact he was needed back at the north to judge a sand castle competition?
Beach Buoy collected seven stones to add to the stack.
He added them.
They began a slow walk back.
The light was fading.
The mist was moving in with a hint of fine rain for good measure.
The beach had become a little quieter.
By the time they arrived at the van it was 5-15 pm
The village church bells rang .
BEACH BUOY.
