Friday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog had reached the Car Park at Seaton Park
at around 9-19 a.m.
Beach Buoy had waited for the strong wind to ease.
It was still breezy.
It was bright.
They headed down the northerly access ramp.
Two hoods were up.
The tide was well out.
The bright Sun had delivered some heat today.
One man and his dog headed towards the Village Green.
Up ahead a Metal detectorist scanned the beach.
A large family group, overtook then as they strode southwards.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog dawdled along.
A couple with a small black dog barked and squeaked their way to the north end of the beach.
A mam, heading to the water's edge turned to shout her young son.
"Come on Arthur!"
Arthur ran to mam and the sea beyond.
Spade in hand he looked like he was off to change the world or maybe just dig a hole?
There was no coffee today.
The sunlight and air would suffice.
No "Fun" size mars bar.
It didn't matter, afterall They still had the Moon.
How many planets does one need.
Beach Buoy had three already this morning.
Planets that is, not Mars Bars!
Earth.
Sun.
Moon.
Savour them, you'll be dust soon enough.
The hoods came down.
It was very pleasant.
Beach Buoy searched the shingle patches.
He crushed thin upturned shells with the heel of his beach boots as he walked.
It was addictive.
Beach Bubble wrap.
They stopped square on to Stubborn Dog Stack.
It was a shorter but much steeper clamber to Stubborn Dog Stack.
As he looked up, a Spaniel and voices crossed the dune edge.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog clambered.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the wobbly driftwood plank, coffee-less.
He watched the beach folk.
A couple heading north with their dog.
One on a red coat, the other in blue.
"Rival holiday camps?" pondered Beach Buoy.
A couple passed behind the stack.
"Alright there?"
"Hiya, alright."
Beach Buoy stood to go.
There was such a rumble from the beach below.
"See you mate."
They headed down to the rocks below.
A man stood just below the dune edge.
He was shaking his head as his large dog was trying to carry/push a large blue plastic drum along.
The two men chatted about the dog and it's antics.
"C'mon Blue!"
The man headed into the dunes.
Blue and a blue plastic drum followed not long after.
....and they reckon dogs are colourblind!
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued south.
A family headed north.
They looked like a human Groyne.
Up ahead people walked the North Gare Pier like a tightrope.
Beach Buoy turned 180 degrees at the Pier.
It looked like rain to the north.
They stepped it out.
The rain came.
Two hoods went back up.
Beach Buoy did pause to wave to Stubborn Dog Stack as they passed.
Typically, by the time they reached the van, the rain stopped.
BEACH BUOY.
