MONDAY 16 AUG 2021 SEATON SANDS, SEATON CAREW.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog

 a.k.a Ruby 

a.k.a Rubes,

reached the beach at 6-59 p.m.

The Wind Turbines, out in the Bay were idle, not a breath of wind or even a hint of a breeze.

Surprisingly the sea was quite rough for such a calm evening.

The tide was just about more in than it was out.

Random people stood randomly as if waiting for instructions.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south along the water's edge.

It looked like there had been a script mix up?

The sea had read stormy.

The wind had read calm.

To cap it all off, a Confused Sun kept peeking over clouds to see if it was involved in this evening's performance?

Up, in a dip in the dune edge, teenagers sat around a camp fire.

There was no malice, it looked well planned and safe.

They had even bothered to carry camping chairs along the beach.

They sat around chatting.

Some had a race to the sea.

Beach Buoy gathered some beach stones for 

Stubborn Dog Stack.

He took the easy route up to the stack.

He added today's beach stones before reaching into his beach bag 

for a couple of beach stones collected from Seaham Hall Beach the day before.

He would always bring Stubborn Dog stones from his various travels.

"Evening Mate."

he 

patted

THE 

stone.

They stayed at the stack a while.

Another Dog made herself comfortable, chewing dune grass as Beach Buoy scanned the horizon, trying but failing to look windswept and interesting.

There was no wind after all and Beach Buoy looked more than a little boring.

Time 

to

go.

"See you mate,

Love you."

They headed back to the North as the sea claimed the beach and the clouds claimed the Sun.

They passed a family with a Brown Bulldog who looked as if it had dropped a ball into a tin of white paint, before ducking in head-first into fetch it.

Another family passed nearby.

The Mother spotted Another Dog.

"Hang on Hang on. You're not getting past that easily, not with a puppy that cute.

Fusses were made. 

"Can we get one?"

The Dad's silent face said no.

They headed back to the van.

A Police Car did a circuit of the of the tarmac rectangle.

Beach Buoy grabbed a drink from the van.

He took it, himself and Another Dog to the Promenade Wall.

He drank the refreshing drink as they watched over the beach.

The Village Church Bells rang for 8 p.m.

Time to head off.....

BEACH BUOY.