Beach Buoy and Another Dog drove to the beach.
They arrived at 4-43 p.m.
They paid Hartlepool Council's disgraceful sea tax.
It was overcast, blustery but mild.
They headed down the beach access ramp.
The sound of distant dogs barking inland carried onto the beach thank you the breeze from the west.
They faced south and began walking.
The tide was well out.
Up ahead, the elderly man with an elderly greyhound headed to the dune edge.
Beach Buoy could take only limited photographs.
His mobile phone was about as flat as the sand.
Beach Buoy paused to look back north.
Well done H.B.C.
Deserted.
Beach Buoy found the ideal piece of driftwood.
The exact size he had been looking for.
He would gather it up on the return journey.
He walked the strand-line of seacoal and seaweed.
"Afternoon Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy fetched the driftwood plank.
He placed it in the usual spot.
It didn't wobble!
"Someone's been sitting in my chair!"
exclaimed fat bright orange bear.
Beach Buoy looked.
An additional centre stone had been carefully placed to add stability.
Beach Buoy sat on the driftwood plank
Level on both a X and Y axis.
Even Beach Buoy's thermal mug sat on the plank, not a worry or wobble in the world.
"This is no fun."
thought Beach Buoy.
Two Parcels of Oyster Catchers stood on the water's edge, either side of the imaginary line between the sea serpent marker and Stubborn Dog Stack.
Around thirty birds in each Parcel.
Beach Buoy sipped the last of the stable coffee.
Another Dog was staring as though she had seen a ghost.
Maybe she had?
The stood to go.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy removed the stabilising stone, placing it onto the stack.
Wobble reinstated.
🙆
They returned to the beach.
On the way back northwards, he collected the ideal driftwood.
They ambled back towards the van.
As the Sea Tax period was about to come to an, others arrived.
BEACH BUOY.
