Beach Buoy locked the front door of the house.
The sound of village church bells signaled that it was 6-45 p.m.
Shortly afterwards, Beach Buoy and Another Dog were at the beach.
A man sat up high on the rear seat of his small sports motorcycle, texting as he did so.
It wasn't a good look.
A man was stood alongside a mini, chatting to the lady owner.
He was laughing more at his jokes than she was.
They headed for the beach.
It seemed longer and wider than ever before.
It was a little overcast.
To the south, the fields around Saltburn glowed.
The wind turbines all stood motionless, looking north for a whisper of breeze, hoping that they could start a rumour.
The beach was wide enough for all.
A young couple headed south hand in hand.
An older couple walked south, barefoot in the sea.
A Black Spaniel came running over.
The friendly dog zoomed here and there.
The Sea Serpent.
Just be patient.
He will come.
Beach Buoy was drawn to a patch of shingle.
Like an unhealthy diet, his search was fruitless.
They headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Evening Mate."
He added stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy watched the bay.
"See you mate."
They headed back to the beach.
Beach Buoy headed south.
The tide was coming in.
They might just make it to Sand Martin Corner and back.
They walked the tracks.
They headed back..
They made it to the wider part of the beach ok.
The longest fingers of the incoming tide were almost touching the grey rocks.
It was a glorious evening.
One man his dog couldn't be bothered to mow a meadow.
They just sat looking at the sea.
It was muggy
The sky looked a bit Rhubarb and Custard.
They returned to the van.
Coffee.
BEACH BUOY.
