Beach Buoy had woke at 5-46 a.m.
That's considered as a sleep in.
It sounded as though it was very windy outside.
Beach Buoy made coffee.
He sipped coffee as he drew.
He drew as he listened to the wind blow.
Nearby, Another Dog buried her head into a blanket, hoping that it was a cloak of invisibility.
A loud gust of wind blew something over in the garden.
Another Dog barked.
Her fate was sealed.
They were off to the beach.
They set off in the van,
Move like Jagger played on the van's original 19 year old radio cassette player.
As they pulled into the car park, the headphone / earphone man passed as he did his circuits of the Car Park.
He wasn't moving like Jagger.
They made their way to the water's edge.
They arrived at 7-38.
The wild wind sent soft dune sand out to sea.
Beach Buoy decided it was too windy to head to Stubborn Dog Stack.
It wasn't fair on Another Dog.
It was a sand storm at her eye level.
Beach Buoy picked up his little mate and carried her to the Promenade.
As they walked into the headwind, silhouettes of the distant wave group, "set sail" along the beach.
"Bon voyage."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the Promenade at 7-46.
"Sanctuary."
It was still windy but the sea front buildings offered some shelter and the sand just shifted on the beach below.
The Promenade had it's own morning regulars.
Beach Buoy wasn't one of them.
A man marched South, into the headwind.
A beach regular appeared.
"Morning. "
"Morning. "
It was the litter picking lady with her white Scottie dog.
They chatted a short while.
The lady set off into the headwind.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog set off north on a wind-assisted walk.
They passed The Crazy Golf.
It's wire fencing was acting as a fishing net, catching shoals of wind-blown litter.
Beach Buoy looked back at the beach.
The distant wave group were far too distant for a distant wave.
Beach Buoy had planned to walk as far as the Christmas tree, opposite the village green.
The brass monkey swimmers were crossing the Promenade as they headed for the sea.
Another Dog was spooked and refused to carry on north.
Beach Buoy turned back towards the van as the brass monkey swimmers looked for somewhere sheltered from the wind to put their robes.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog passed a "History of Seaton Carew. " notice board.
It's fixing bolts were slightly slack.
The board rattled in the wind.
Beach Buoy went off on one of his tangents. He imagined an amateur dramatic group putting on a play; The Storm.
A new member had been put in charge of sound effects.
Let's say that he was over egging the pudding when it came to the sound of the wind.
