It was the last day at work before Christmas.
Beach Buoy was allowed home at Noon, paid until three.
"Beach."
he thought as he drove the six miles to Seaton Carew.
It was a grey day.
The white van crossed a bleak creek.
Then it came.
Rain.
Beach postponed for a while at least.
Boots and paws finally touched sand at 2-22 p.m.
It was mild, damp and grey.
The tide was a fair way out but was heading back in.
A Lady and her two barking dogs headed south at the water's edge.
The Grey turned into Drizzle.
A man with a sense of purpose and a backpack headed south.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog moved from shingle patch to shingle patch in a random manner.
A family group and a dog with some time to kill headed north.
A pile driver piled to the west.
A calm sea broke onto the beach at the last minute to the east.
They headed up to
Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Afternoon Mate."
Beach Buoy added five beach stones before patting
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy stared out to sea.
There was no great difference in the shades of grey of the sky and sea.
They would be neighbours on a paint companies list of greys.
Two ladies headed South,
each with two greyhounds;One Black, Two Brown only One Grey.
There was a sound nearby..
It sounded like a grasshopper or like someone runing their fingernail down a hair comb.
It was a bird.
"See you Mate."
They headed for North Gare Pier via the dune edge so that the ladies and the greyhounds could enjoy the ever-narrowing strip of sand in front to the grey rock in peace.
They climbed down the grey rocks and headed back along the beach, dodging the sea as they did so.
Either the sea was coming in quickly or they were walking slowly?
Or maybe it was a combination of the two
Drizzle turned into Grey.
Waves broke with a thud as they reached the sands.
The Sea Serpent Marker was there but the Serpent will have gone to visit relatives in Scotland for Christmas.
He is .. Diving Home for Christmas... to that underground cave that leads to a certain Loch.....
They headed back to the van.
They headed for Pizza.
BEACH BUOY
