Monday.
It was 4-03 p.m.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog set off for the beach on foot.
The Golf Club Flag was still at two-thirds mast.
The flag showed the the breeze was from the north west.
As they approached the car park, the Village Church Bells rang out for 4-15.
8-53 B.S.T. (Bus Station Time.)
The lovely art deco clock is working, just showing an incorrect time.
Even a broken clock is correct twice a day.
They headed down the beach steps.
HL 26 was the beach number on the noticeboard.
Beach Buoy made a note of it.
It would make it easier for coastguards or lifeboat folk should there ever be an issue.
Two hoods went up, joining a wooly hat.
The hat was grey, a million miles from being flamboyant.
They began to head south.
A man with a small dog walked northwards, down by the sea.
The tide was well in.
The chilly breeze was fast becoming a cold wind.
The sky across the bay was a mixture of light blues and various Grey's.
The sea was the darkest grey of all.
Crisp white foam did highlight it's peaks.
Beach Buoy checked back to the north.
White cotton wool clouds were coming into view.
Gulls travelled, like gliders over the dune edge, into the wind
One seemed to hover above the sandy slope that led to the dunes.
"Afternoon Mate."
It was 4-47 p.m.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Coffee.
He watched as a wind-assisted Cormorant sped across the sky towards the river.
The clumsy looking birds always look a better design for swimming rather than flying.
Another followed on a similar flight path.
"See you mate."
Back to the beach."
A slow walk back into a cold headwind.
It was a scruffy beach.
Not with litter but with scraps of driftwood and twists of seaweed.
Beach Buoy sipped the remainder of the coffee with Another Dog and an ever-changing water's edge for company.
A dog-less man walked south with swinging arms a pointy hat.
The beach looked like it was inside a giant sea shell.
Mother-of-Pearl Sky.
The Moon was out at sea.
Like a giant beach ball, washed out of colour.
Washed out to the horizon and beyond.
BEACH BUOY.
