Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived in Seaton Park car park at 3-52.
The beach clean lady with a Scottie Dog that hates Shitzus, stood chatting to a car driver.
They reached the beach at 3-54.
The tide was well in.
A mild breeze blew from the west.
A toddler screamed as the sea came in.
He followed it back out, only to scream again as a wave broke once more.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
Pebbles with legs ran around.
It sounded like their legs needed a drop of oil as the squeaked along the water's edge.
A milky sun shone done.
Three "men" let three excited greyhounds loose.
"Here!"
"Here!"
"Come here!"
Beach Buoy paused.
Let them crack on.
Once the "men " were in the distance, Beach Buoy carried on.
4-36.
"Afternoon Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on a bum-shaped rock with a rock-shaped bum.
He drank coffee as he watched a grey, white-edged sea hit the grey rocks on the beach below.
The Orange Ship that stuck out like a sore thumb in a grey bay, turns and points like a finger to the river mouth.
Hundreds of Gulls bobbed around in the bay of grey but calm waters.
Beach Buoy stood.
He looked north to check the beach situation.
"See you mate."
They returned to the sands.
Joggers jogged southwards as late sun caught the Wind Turbines and The Headland too.
Sea pottery.
The sky turned pink.
A Single Gull.
They returned to Seaton Park.
BEACH BUOY.
