Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog arrived at 3-39pm.
The sound of dated music filled the air.
A man was on the promenade singing to a backing tape through an amplifier.
Beach Buoy didn't recognise any of the songs, they seemed to be from the late 50's early 60's.
He knew plenty from those eras, just none of today's selection.
The man was dressed like a 1970's car salesman.
Beach Buoy couldn't be sure but it may have been Gary Okey.
Beach Buoy had bought tickets to see him on a couple occasions, but the singer never turned up.
The audience just entertained themselves, passing the microphone around, taking turns to sing songs.
A Joke as old as the song selection, heard goodness knows where?
They headed down to the water's edge.
The tide was well out.
There was a pleasant breeze from the south west.
They headed south.
Up near the dunes, a young lad pulled a sledge along the strand line.
He looked despondent.
There was no snow.
Would he ever get over the disappointment?
Maybe he would spend his life searching?
End up writing a book called
MY SEARCH FOR SNOW.
A Cormorant popped up just offshore.
Was it that one from the other day?
Still looking for his rubber duck?
He disappeared under the water once more, he still hadn't found that soap.
Would he ever get over the disappointment?
Maybe he would spend his life searching?
End up writing a book (Waterproof.) called
MY SEARCH FOR SOAP.
The sea and sky looked stunning.
They stacked the stack.
A slow walk back.....
They saw their first sandcastle of the year.
Someone had placed a full dog poo bag in a central position in the sand castle.
Its tied ends fluttered like some bizarre sand castle flag.
All dogs have bums.
Some bums have dogs.
The dune people watched the beach people.
They headed back to the van under a close bracket ) Moon.
The sun was still bright enough to cast shadows..
The village church bells rang out for 4-45pm
It was 4-42.
Van.
Coffee.
They left the car park as the village church bells rang for 5pm;
it was 4-57.
Beach Buoy.
