Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 3-42 p.m.
Others had gone ahead, barefoot.
It was bright.
A slight fresh breeze drifted in off the North Sea.
They headed south.
There was a hint of a sea fret.
Saltburn had all but disappeared.
The tide was more in than it was out.
Off to
Stubborn Dog Stack they went.
"Afternoon Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had brought coffee.
They went and sat on the beach below not far from the stack.
"See you later mate.'
The beach was lovely and quiet.
A sit and think.
No one came.
They sat a good while.
An imagined Post Card from Seaton Carew.
Having a lovely time.
Feeling as free as a bird, down by the sea.
You would have loved it here.
Shame that you had other plans
Another Dog dug a hole then sat in it.
Eventually they made a move.
Back to the north once more.
A Cormorant headed south close to shore almost kidding the sea like some large skimming stone.
The beach was peaceful, the bay less so as jet skis zipped to and fro.
BEACH BUOY.
