Beach Buoy and Another Dog
reached the beach at 6-45 a.m.
The sun was already up and heading for the clouds.
At the water's edge, a man and two dogs exited stage left.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south
( Stage right.)
A one man and three dog 7 a.m. club were walking north.
They each paused
They chatted about motorhomes and inheritance.
Beach Buoy made a fuss of Mari, that big friendly poodle.
"Bye."
"Bye."
Beach Buoy continued south.
There had been a lazy tide, so the latest strand-line was low.
The tide was heading out leaving soft, slightly sinking sand behind.
The soft sand became soft seacoal for a while.
The 7 a.m. club headed back south with late but on time reinforcements.
A dead Guillemot lay on that low strand-line.
Perfect in every detail but dead.
Beach Buoy collected four stones for the stack.
They headed for it.
Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the four stones, filling some gaps.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy watched from
Stubborn Dog Stack
as the 7 a.m. club headed back to the village.
"See you mate."
They headed back to the beach.
Lots of sand had gone in the last few days, leaving a rocky beach in front of the stack.
Any breeze that there was, was slight and from the west.
Driftwood on the rocks.
They were heading south on the dune edge when Beach Buoy realised that the
"Inner Rush had kicked in.
He paused and looked out to sea.
Maybe the 9 a.m. parking charges were at the back of his mind?
He had stopped short of going to North Gare Pier.
He would rather spend an hour walking and savouring the sights and sounds of half a mile of beach, than dash along two or three miles and see nothing, feel nothing.
They sat on a low dune edge near the stack.
Coffee and dog treat time.
A camera shy seal popped up and repaid Beach Buoy's pause.
They let the world go by a little more than they would have done.
Eventually they headed back.
An imagined Post Card from Seaton Carew.
Having a lovely time.
Can you pick up my repeat prescription from the chemists?
I have enough for the rest of my time here. The landlady saw this post card and said that The Canoe man lived in one of those end houses.
A friendly but fine beach bird.
It was quite comfortable with Beach Buoy and Another Dog for company.
