As Beach Buoy locked the front door as he set off for work, the Bay's sky was calling.
Beach Buoy drove down Tees Road towards the river, trying not to look at the inviting sky as he did so.
During the day Beach Buoy had noted some very dramatic looking clouds.
He hoped that would stick around for later.
Later...
Feet and paws were on sand.
It was 3-45 p.m.
They had walked to the beach.
The clouds had indeed
"Stuck around."
The tide was well in.
The breeze from the south west was mild.
They began to head south.
There were around ten people on the entire beach.
Two ladies passed by.
Billy, a White Scottie Dog that was walking with them gave a few barks as they did so.
"Billy!"
"Billy come here!"
He did.
A ship that was almost a boat headed out sea.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog searched scattered shingle patches.
They went up to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Afternoon Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He watched the progress of a large ship, heading towards the river.
Beach Buoy presumed that a Tees Pilot was on board as the Pilot boat had not long returned between The Gares.
Tugs waited at the river mouth to guide the ship down the winding river.
With a look towards the village, it was time for
"See you mate."
"Miss you mate."
"May not be back until Saturday, sorry."
They headed back.
A Lone Oyster Catcher.
A Post Card, not a Parcel.
The light was fading fast.
BEACH BUOY.
