It had been raining.
It looked like the beach walk was cancelled.
Another Dog checked out of the window and confirmed that the rain had stopped.
It was 7-15 p.m. when they reached the beach.
The Little Terns chattered in the rain, yes rain.
It was o.k.
It looked like it was starting to stop.
A couple of dog walkers left the beach.
The beach was theirs.
A Silver Sun tried to break through the cloud.
They headed south.
It was s grey sky with s silver sea to keep them company.
A Sand Martin almost skimmed across the calm sea.
A couple of Little Terns squeaked their way north, back to the nest site.
Then something odd happened....
Beach Buoy was wearing his old orange coat. The arms suddenly seemed to be too long, the coat too big ?
Was it the beach's magic, turning him into a child once more?
He hadn't noticed the coat looking big before.
He gathered some beach stones.
They headed to the stack with a mind on checking what last night's duo had been up to.
The stack was intact.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added the stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy took the few short steps to last night's camp.
Nothing untoward.
He headed back to the stack.
They looked out towards a faint partial rainbow, just south of the sea serpent marker.
"See you mate."
They headed back to the beach.
They headed north, but Beach Buoy kept checking back to the south to monitor the rainbow's status.
It paid off.
A full, but faint rainbow, they all count.
A dot of a seal headed north at walking pace.
The sea and sky were beautifully contrasting colours.
They headed back towards the van
Boy and girl racers were tooting their horns at one another in some idiot's take on Morse Code.
Dark clouds hung over the village.
They chatted to an American Gent with a drone.
The man was very American.
His voice sounded like JFK
to Beach Buoy's English ears
The promenade glowed in the late evening sunshine.
The van, just because.
BEACH BUOY.
