Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the blustery beach at
7-11 p.m.
There was a cold wind from the north.
The tide was high.
Another Dog shivered so she was scooped up and placed in the beach bag.
They headed south on the narrow amount of beach up for grabs this evening.
Beach Buoy paused to look at the angry sea.
The breaking waves were as tall as a man,
with another man on his shoulders.
A family passed heading north with a smashing dog called Pip.
"Are you Beach Buoy?"
"Yes."
A pleasant chat took place.
Then off they went, it would be good for them to reach home after such a bracing walk.
Beach Buoy found a Shell on the beach.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed towards Stubborn Dog Stack.
The £ing Sea.
Sea foam shivered in the wind, every now and then little Cartoon Casper-like ghosts ran for the dunes, like souls of long gone sailors that had been lost at sea.
A Small Red Ship or Large Red Boat had almost reached the open arms of the Gares.
Any Port in a storm.
Safe.
Home that isn't a home.
They had to cut through the dunes to reach the stack, as the water's edge and dune edge had become one.
Stubborn Dog Stack and a stormy sea.
Beach Buoy added a couple of beach stones that he had collected before they had to scamper up to the dunes.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy watched a sea that tossed and turned like a restless sleeper.
"See you Mate.''
Goodbyes still hurt.
They
ALWAYS
will.
He has a new beach buddy.
There is only one
Another Dog.
There will only ever be one
Stubborn Dog.
They had to head back north via the dunes until the beach widened.
The sea was reluctant to leave the beach.
Beach Buoy knew that feeling well.
It was 8 p.m.
The red lights of the Wind Turbines were already visible as darkness loomed.
They seemed to flicker as the large turbines spun around quickly, momentarily hiding the light with each pass of a blade.
They headed back to the van.
Beach Buoy drank coffee with a Sleeping Dog and Yellow LED Lights for company.
He rested his head on an arm and had deep deep nod.
He could still hear the sea.
He could still hear the wind.
The leg pain had gone for a while.
Worries were none.
He was at peace.
He woke slowly as if he had been in a coma.
He could have been a million miles away.
388 miles, 7hrs 42 mins away at least
at
Applecross Beach; a bucket list location, still to be ticked.
Gradually the surroundings became real once more.
His leg ached.
He worried.
Welcome back!
It was an excellent few minutes.
If only life was like that.
BEACH BUOY.
