It 6-43 p.m.
It was grey, cold and in complete contrast to yesterday.
A slight but fresh breeze blew from the north.
A family blocked the Access Ramp as they waited for a dog and owner to return from the beach.
The beach was gloriously wide.
So much space.
It felt good.
Anyone on the beach were just fits in the distance as he was to them.
It was coat and hoodie this evening.
Needless to say but two hoods were up.
They headed south, closer to the strand-line than the sea.
The water's edge always seemed like a walk back type of route when the beach had any width to it.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Happy Birthday Ruby.
X
He spent a while with dogs both dead and living.
AN IMAGINED POST CARD FROM SEATON CAREW.
Hiya, different day, different season today.
Took a walk to that odd stack of stones that l mentioned on the phone.
P.S
Just had a message that a parcel has been left in the shed.
Can you collect it?
It's for your birthday and not from China as you requested, so no Peking.
X
See you mate.
They headed back.
A lady with two small dogs for company headed south.
A man with a mobile phone for company did the same.
Coffee in the van in the limited edition.
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Stubborn Dog Mug.
BLEACH BUOY.
