Beach Buoy had left work, down by The River Tees Transporter in his VW Transporter at 3-06.
Rain left the clouds at 3-07, hitting a disapointed windscreen a short while later.
Beach Buoy parked up on the drive.
He was greeted by a dancing Another Dog.
He boiled the kettle.
He made a coffee.
He made a fuss of the little dog.
He tried to judge just how wet they would get, by listening to the sound of the rainfall on the extension's roof.
They reached a wet car park at 3-56.
Five cars and about a hundred Gulls were parked randomly around the shining black surface.
They headed south
The tide was well in.
A television lay ahead at the water's edge.
Beach Buoy dragged it clear of the sea, beyond the most recent strand-line.
He hoped the council would collect it
It was too heavy for him to take away as part of a beach clean.
Rain drifted across the beach.
Mist framed the edges of the scene.
They headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
They climbed the sloping section of the dune edge.
Beach Buoy had five large stones in hand.
Once up in the dunes, they approached the stack.
A lady was almost at the stack as she headed north with her two Spaniels.
One white.
One Black.
"Alright there." said Beach Buoy as he tumbled the stones onto the stack.
"Alright, C'mon Dylan."
The lady and her dogs were gone.
He had been caught red handed and orange armed.
"Afternoon Mate."
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
They stayed a while.
Even damp sea air is good air.
They returned to the beach.
The strand-line and water's edge were almost one in the same.
A dark hooded figure came from the dunes with two dark dogs.
The dark figure sat on a driftwood bench, soaking up the rainfall.
Gulls surfed the wave tops.
They headed back to the van
As they were leaving, a driving school car pulled into the car park.
The bright lemon coloured car tried to reverse park in between two imaginary cars.
It was quite a squeeze.
BEACH BUOY.
