Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog parked up at 10-47 a.m.
The Sun shone.
The air was almost still.
They reached the beach at 10-52.
The tide was way out.
There was a vast distance between the sea and the strand-line.
Beach Buoy and the dogs walked the middle ground, southwards.
Hotel and Beach Huts.
Sea Pottery.
Partial Trademark.
Back to the North, someone pulled a pushchair away from the sea, back to the Promenade.
People and dogs were scattered randomly and sparcly on the beach.
Pointed and colourful wolle hats seemed to be in fashion.
Their distances and colours made them look like mobile marker buoys.
A man overtook Beach Buoy and the dogs.
He stride quickly along the strand-line with his boxer dog.
Beach Buoy waved to Stubborn Dog Stack from the beach below as they headed towards North Gare Pier, to the south.
It was so very peaceful.
If it was for chilly fingertips and an outbreak of wollen hats, it could be Spring.
Beach Buoy stopped for a while.
He savoured the bright sunlight on his face.
He would store that feeling up for later.
They carried on as a small ship that was almost a boat headed to the river.
A Crow, blacker than it's sunshine shadow, hopped just ahead of them as though leading the way on a children's story.
Even though he had two dogs in tow, Beach Buoy went for a closer look at the recently exposed Machine Gun Post that overlooked the World War Two Tank Traps.
They clambered across a vast area of rocks to the dune edge.
They headed northwards.
Stubborn Dog Stack lay ahead.
A man was heading south with his Boxer Dog.
The Dog was friendly.
It wore a pink collar
They chatted briefly.
It turned out that the Boxer was called Ruby.
Another Dog is called Ruby too.
They went their separate ways.
"Afternoon Mate."
Only just, it was 12-06.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He fetched the wobbly driftwood plank.
He drank wobbly driftwood coffee as he watched the beach below.
An elderly couple headed south then north, hand in hand all of the way.
A bald man walked from the dunes wearing only blue trunks.
He removed the trunks.
He entered the sea naked.
He was in the sea long.
Back out.
Trunks back on.
Return to the dunes edge.
Beach Buoy stood.
Coffee drank.
He put the wobbly driftwood plank in long. Marram Grass.
"See you mate."
The driftwood coffee view.
Borrowed Dog had come too.
He and Stubborn Dog were good mates.
They all returned to the beach.
The bald man was naked again at the dune edge as he dried himself.
😬
They headed back northwards to the van.
They had parked in Seaton Park once again.
As the walk was coming to an end a number of metal detectorists scanned the sands.
BEACH BUOY.
