Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived in the beach car park at
5-55 a.m.
Their's was the only vehicle.
They headed towards the sea.
In the distance, to the north, the 7 a m. club were walking southwards.
A chilly breeze blew off the sea under a charcoal-drawn sky.
They set off towards Stubborn Dog Stack.
Two hoods went up.
Overhead, Gulls that glow white in a sunny sky looked as if they had been pencil-drawn today.
The man with a Rucksack and Rottweiler were in the distance.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The man with a Rucksack and Rottweiler just had his Rottweiler today.
Beach Buoy pondered a whole blog reclassification issue.
Hopefully next time they pass a rucksack will be present.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog carried on to the Stack.
To the north,the 7 a m. Club were chatting to the man with a Rottweiler but no rucksack.
Beach Buoy imagined the conversation.
"What, no rucksack today?"
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued south.
They passed a large fish that was up on the strand-line.
It was dead.
Motionless.
Ocean-less.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was 6-28 a m.
On the beach below, the 7 a m. club had been and gone.
The 7 a.m. club headed back on a beach narrowed by the height of the tide.
A Lone Duck flew inland like a fired arrow.
"See you mate."
Back to the beach.
A slow walk back.
No rush.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog rested on the Promenade Wall.
Dottie Dog and her mam stopped to chat.
"Bye."
"Bye."
Beach Buoy returned to the van for coffee.
The lady who walks her now dogless route around the carpark and along the front checking for returned coins.
Did so metre by meter.
AN IMAGINED POST CARD FROM SEATON CAREW.
The Village Green is grey today,
It's going to rain, some people say.
If it does, I'll find a cafe,
Listen to some locals laugh,
Then some reading-by-the-sea,
That sad book, you bought for me.
P.S.
Can you stick £10 in a card for W.
X
BEACH BUOY.
