It was 6-45 a.m.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed for the access ramp.
The 7 a.m club were just leaving.
The lady with a border collie called"Peggy! too.
"Morning Paul."
"Morning."
Mari the big friendly poodle came over to say hello.
Wallace the tartan collar wearing dog did too.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
The lost sunshine shadows from a couple of days ago walked towards them.
Suddenly they turned, maybe realising that Beach Buoy and Another Dog weren't a good fit?
To be honest, the sunshine shadows had no right to be out on such an overcast morning?
The sea wasn't blood, but today it seemed thicker than water. It had a laziness about it.
The tide was more in than it was out.
A fiery-haired jogger headed travelled south on the water's edge.
A small tug, towing a small barge headed for the river.
Raindrops doubled in intensity.
The jogger ran a narrow gap between the sea and the grey rocks.
It was just about passable.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog chose to head for Stubborn Dog Stack.
Five stones were added.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the damp beach stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He stood drinking coffee from a thermal mug.
His usual seat was wet with rainfall.
By the time he had said
"See you mate "
The beach belonged to them and the rain.
He raised an arm to Stubborn Dog and then to the Sea Serpent.
He really did.
But you know that.
Gulls stood around as if waiting for a ferry to the Fish Quay.
It would be a long wait.
More and more of these washing up.
It was beach cleaned.
A lone Little Tern, drawn the by the sharpest of pencils, flew south.
Not long long afterwards, a full pencil case gave chase.
Beach Buoy paused.
That inner rush had crept in almost unnoticed.
He sipped coffee and watched the sea; the perfect antidote.
They headed back.
Beach Buoy beachcombing as they walked.
John Prine wrote a song called
Far from me.
"Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle looks just like a diamond ring."
