Saturday evening.
7-38.
It was mild and overcast.
Some darker clouds hung nearby.
A bad news siren travelled along the promenade.
A metal detectorist beep beep down on the strand-line.
The tide was way out.
A strong breeze blew from the west.
Dune folk...
The Sun came out.
Their sunshine shadows appeared.
It was 8-03 p.m.
Their shadows were crisp as though it was morning.
Around a dozen Gannets took turns, dropping into the sea.
Gulls lined the water's edge.
Typically, each Gull wanted to be where ever its neighbour was standing.
Distant drums drifted in the air
Was it the seafront music festival or maybe the dune folk were planning something?
To the north west a now partially hidden sun sent angled beams of light down.
A Large Aeroplane crossed the sky as if in slow motion.
A couple had been heading south down in the water's edge, paused directly opposite the Sea Serpent.
The Hugged each other as if they were about to die.
They weren't.
"Evening Mate "
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He fetched the hidden short driftwood plank.
He placed on the stack.
He placed his coffee nearby.
For some reason a Tommy Cooper sketch came to mind.
"Glass, bottle, bottle glass."
Was updated with,."Plank, coffee, coffee plank."
Beach Buoy sat down.
"Just like that."
He pulled up two hoods, just because.
He liked one man tent mode.
It cut the world off.
He sat watching the Gannets dive, counting his blessings as they did so.
Another Dog snoozed nearby.
The short plank was returned to the Marram Grass.
"See you mate."
As they headed back to the beach, a group of people headed south.
Kids on bikes.
Adults walking dogs.
They headed back northwards, hugging the sea almost as tightly as the Sea Serpent couple had hugged one another.
BEACH BUOY.
