It was Thursday at 4-18pm when Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog reached the car park.
An elderly couple with an elderly dog sat on the bench at the end of the promenade, remembering memories of fun filled, more energetic days.
Today a sit on a bench, together will suffice.
The sun was bright.
There was a pleasant breeze from the north.
The tide was more in than it was out.
They headed for the sea.
They had only taken a few steps on the beach when the sun hid behind a black cloud.
Beach Buoy wondered if it had come in the van as a stowaway?
A man crawled about in the shingle with a plastic carrier bag in-hand.
His wife/partner was stood nearby taking beach photographs, trying not to have him in shot.
Beach Buoy did the same.
Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog wandered around like a couple of drunks, going from water's edge to strand line and back again.
It was a wibbly wobbly way that
Tinga and Tucker (The two little bears.)
would have been proud of.
A lady passed with her small dog.
The lady called to her dog with the voice of a cartoon character.
The sun showed up once more.
Beach Buoy paused to look at the sea.
He took deep fresh breaths as he had done yesterday.
Then it slowly dawned on him just why it was so invigorating; no mask!
Just air and face.
They headed up to the stack after waiting for a 2.4 family to move from there.
They had been stood at the stack, taking photographs.
Beach Buoy stacked the stack.
A glance to the south showed that Saltburn was having a bit of bad weather.
They returned to the beach.
Beach Buoy recorded the finds so far.
The whole bay had a hint of dull about it.
Far out on the horizon an orange ship ripened in blazing shaft of sunlight that reached out to sea like a lighthouse light.
The Village Church Bells rang for 5-15 as they reached the van.
It was 5-13.
BEACH BUOY.
