Beach Buoy woke at 5-15 a.m.
He made a coffee.
He went to the computer and wrote a blogpost about life and how people view themselves.
It was posted.
It was read by a few people then as predicted deleted.
Gone.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park
at
7-55 a.m.
The tide was well out.
There was mild wind blowing from the south west.
Beach Buoy headed for the strand line.
As he and Another Dog headed south he scattered recent finds along the beach for others to find, should they want them?
Another man in another orange coat, left the water's edge and headed for the dunes.
He had another dog, not to be confused with Another Dog.
The north end of the beach was quiet.
A lady with two dogs, one white, one black headed towards the village.
They continued south.
The beach ahead was deserted apart from a couple of Crows, walking the strand line like a couple of nightclub bouncers.
Beach Buoy gathered seven stones for
Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
he placed the beach stones on the stack.
He patted
THE
stone.
He stood and realised from tomorrow
Stubborn Dog will have
"Died last year."
not
"Died in May."
It felt like a few more strands of the chord had been cut.
Beach Buoy's eyes stung and watered.
He wiped the tears with his fingers.
he touched
THE
stone.
The tears left a damp patch.
He wanted Stubborn Dog to know that he cared.
"See you Mate."
They returned to the beach.
Beach Buoy stood and watched as a ship prepared to enter to the river.
Tugs waited to guide the vessel into Port.
They walked as far as North Gare Pier.
They headed back.
A rouge member of the 7 a.m. club came along armed with dog treats.
Another Dog was over the moon.
Mr Gunn/ Nunn was next on the beach conveyor belt.
They chatted from a short distance.
Alfie, his Dog came over to say hello.
"See you, enjoy your walk."
"You too."
They headed off.
The
"Sorry Mate." Brown Spaniel appeared.
His owner came over.
"Sorry Mate."
"It's fine, Dogs being dogs."
The brown dog was friendly.
"Enjoy your walk."
"You too."
They headed off.
A man headed south on the water's edge with what looked like a white wolf for company.
Hugo, the Distant Wave Lady's dog was bounding about the beach.
His owner was heading south on the water's edge.
She waved as she passed.... from a distance.
Beach Buoy raised an arm from up on the strand line.
BEACH BUOY.
