Beach Buoy decided to walk to the beach.
Nights are drawing in.
If he waits until the free parking starts
at 6 p.m. then the sun is setting as the walk finishes.
They set off at 3-47 p.m.
The rain started a minute later.
They reached the beach car park at 4-02.
A golfer in Range Rover had insisted that he had right of way where the golf club entrance crosses the pavement.
There was no hassle.
It would have been nice if he had waited.
They reached the strand-line at 4-05.
The breeze that carried the rain was from the west.
The tide was just about more in than it was out.
The sea was as flat as a pancake.
A grey pancake.
People and dogs were few and far between.
A person with a dog appeared in the distance at the grey rocks.
They played with their dog by the sea before disappearing into the dunes
once more.
"Afternoon Mate."
It was 4-28.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He rotated the wobbly driftwood plank so that it was dry side up.
He sat drinking a wet wobbly coffee.
The pitter patter of rain on his raised hoods was quite calming.
They sat a good while.
Sometimes the rain doesn't seem to matter.
Another Dog.
A couple with a dog walked as far as the grey rocks below then headed back.
Once again Beach Buoy and Another Dog went unseen.
Time to head back.
He let the couple gain some distance before rejoining the beach.
A man stood looking at the pattern that the falling rain leaves on the sea.
They walked their slow walk.
A man approached.
He dog ran part way towards Beach Buoy and Another Dog.
It laid flat in the sand.
Beach Buoy encouraged it to come say hello
The friendly Dog seemed pleased.
The Cockerpoo jumped up and cuddled into Beach Buoy like a long lost friend.
The owner came over the chatted briefly.
They went their separate but just as wet ways.
BEACH BUOY.
