Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog reached the busy beach car park around 3-40pm.
There were lots of cars.
A warmer day and the beginning of half term must have swollen the ranks?
There was a warm breeze from the west.
The Sun shone, the waves, they broke gently.
A sky as big as dreams.
It was a glorious afternoon.
The beach was busier than it looks.
It was so very bright and so very welcome.
They collected three stones for the stack.
Each of the stones was a shape of a window in Play School.
A fourth was collected and added as it had caught Beach Buoy's attention.
It was a large mis-shaped heart.
A heart is a heart when all said and done.
Beach Buoy had lost his bearings a little and had headed up to the dunes a little early.
Some would so it was marbles, not bearings that he had lost.
To the west, the rays of the sun seemed to match the angled lines of a nearby oil-rig jacket.
Beach Buoy had a look around the bay with his binoculars; The Nowhere man was Nowhere to be seen.
It was time to head back to the van.
They headed back down to the beach.
The 'On the run, not on a run.' jogger passed them; heading south.
Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog walked the water's edge northwards.
A Cormorant popped up from beneath the waves, just a few feet away.
He was looking for his Rubber Duck.
The only Duck around was the one he took as he dived down to look for the soap.
It may have been 4-30 on a February afternoon, but the weather was such a contrast to recent days that one could easily fool oneself that it was around 8-30 on a Summer's evening; Beach Buoy was that fool.
The air felt warm and smelt like Summer.
Beach Buoy sat in the Van sipping hot coffee, watching the world and two blokes on a bike go by.
BEACH BUOY.
