Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
It had been a wet day.
It had rained and rained.
The rain had stopped by the time they set off on foot.
A pale sunshine shadow even had the cheek to head off in front.
They reached the car park at 4-38 pm.
Beach Buoy spotted a laminated notice from the council affixed to one of the parking meters.
He only read the title
Seaview Car Park.
Blah
Blah
Blah.....
He had never heard it called Seaview Car Park before.
They crossed "Seaview" Car Park.
They passed the "Happy to chat." bench and headed for the beach access ramp.
The tide was high.
There was a slight breeze from the west.
The sun shone enough to highlight the steelworks, to the south, across the river.
Two Ladies , two cups of Coffee and two dogs on leads headed for the dunes.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog took a short walk to the sound of the sea.
They shared the water's edge with tiny white birds with grey wings, aka pebbles with legs.
Ornithology isn't Beach Buoy's strong point, saying that, he will never forget that the scientific name for a Manx Shearwater is; Puffinus Puffinus.
The sunlight spread a little more, now it lit up the white paint on ships on the horizon.
A Dead Guillemot lay on the beach.
It had its head tilted to one side.
It looked bashful, but it was dead.
The Sun shone everywhere now.
A flock of large white birds crossed the bay from north to south, before heading west, over the dune system.
Bearing in mind Beach Buoy's ornithological "expertise", large white birds would have to do.
The "Swans" aka Cygnus ?
Looked spectacular.
As he walked, Beach Buoy uprighted seven crabs that had been laid on their backs, slowly dying.
He placed some in beach-trapped water, others facing the sea.
There wasn't any rock pools due to the height of the tide.
The Crabs were dying, like so many others recently.
At least they weren't struggling upside down.
The sunlight kissed the top of
Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Afternoon Mate."
Beach Buoy added five beach stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy admired the view and enjoyed the sunshine; the light.
"See you mate."
They headed back down to the beach.
Even though it was the usual slow walk back, Beach Buoy paused.
That "inner rush" had kicked in.
There was no rush.
It wouldn't be dark for an hour.
He stood looking at the sea, hands in pockets like he had all of the time in the world.
When they finally did start heading back to the north, dips in the dunes allowed the sun to hit Beach Buoy full in the face like a Warm Custard Pie.
A man with a backpack headed south.
He went to a large driftwood bench and sat, looking at the sea.
Maybe he was stopping an inner rush too?
Beach Buoy spotted another Crab on its back.
It was almost lifeless.
He uprighted it, placed it facing the sea.
He stroked the doomed creature's shell and wished it luck.
They headed off into the distance as the sun kissed the Headland goodnight.
BEACH BUOY.
