Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at the car park at 6-05 p.m.
Youths jumped out of nearby car scared by a wasp.
It was a glorious evening.
It was summer had turned up on a mystery tour.
Out at sea, a ship seemed to float on air above the horizon.
Treasure hunt.
The tide was way out.
There was hardly a cloud out over the bay.
Behind the dunes to the west, vast white clouds like a passing snow covered mountain range.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
As he walked Beach Buoy began to return some of the "keeper." sea pottery pieces that he had borrowed from the sea.
He had had them for long enough now and goodness and Beach Buoy know that they will just be something else to bin when he has gone.
This evening's walk felt different.
It felt more like a holiday than "just" a beach walk.
Albeit a two hour holiday but a holiday nevertheless.
Chewy times recently had made peace and tranquility so much sanctuary than usual.
Two birds fought over a small fish that was hanging from one of the bird's beaks.
The fish fell back to the sea.
The birds flew on fight not flight over.
Even more sand had gone.
It was now a rocky road to the sandy slope.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was 6-45 p.m.
He sat on the returned stack stone
He watched the sea.
He enjoyed the welcome slight breeze off the sea.
Behind him a lady jogger travelled south through the dunes.
Beach Buoy reached down to a fair size stone.
It was warmed by the late afternoon sun.
He patted it as if it were Stubborn Dog.
For a few seconds it was.
AN IMAGINED POST CARD FROM SEATON CAREW.
Hiya, today l have been mostly sat in the dunes watching the wind turbines stems reach for the sun.
They will bloom soon enough.
P.S.
Can you check that l have unplugged the iron.
X
They returned to the beach
The tide coming in, they were heading north.
There was no orange coat today 😱.
Beach Buoy was sporting the spring range of a bright orange hoodie.
He walked along.
In his mind all windswept and interesting.
In reality a space hopper on legs and so very very boring.
Up ahead a man walked from the sea to strand-line.
Every step that he took he would kneel on the sand.
He then ran around in circles.
He then did press ups.
Beach Buoy headed to the van.
The metal detectorist still hadn't found what he was looking for.
Cue Music.
Beach Buoy sat in his mind doing press ups and running in circles.
He saw yet another couple looking at the pathetic and confusing dog van signage.
He went over to let them know just where they were ok to take their dog.
Ships with everything.
BEACH BUOY.
