It had rained and rained.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog set off for the beach on foot and paw at 4-22 p.m.
They reached the beach at 4-45.
They were greeted by the chattering of the first Little Terns.
The tide was about as far out as it was in.
The breeze from the west had a bit of chilly attached.
A horse and rider headed north.
Up to the south, a couple stopped to talk to a metal detectorist.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog left the village behind.
Faint sunshine shadows joined them for the walk.
At the water's edge, pebbles with legs skirted the sea.
The ran in as one as the rush of water came ashore.
It almost looked as if they were pulling a net in.
A large cloud seemed to be heading their way?
5-15 p.m.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was overcast.
Two hoods went up.
To the south, Saltburn caught the evening sun like a reliable wicket keeper.
Beach Buoy sat on the driftwood wedge about a metre long.
He sat drinking coffee, playing russian rain roulette.
The big dark cloud was slowly passing overhead as it travelled towards the bay's wind turbines.
Blue sky followed on closely behind.
It had passed the stack but then a few random spots of rain fell.
Beach Buoy wondered how long a raindrop took to fall?
GOOGLE
Average speed of raindrop 14 m.p.h
from an average height of 2500 feet would arrive in two minutes.
With a bluer sky above them, they headed back.
"See you mate."
The man with two Yorkshire Terriers walked and sat at the grey rocks with his two energetic little dogs.
Team Muzzled Dog passed by.
Beach Buoy said.
"Fighting the urge to say morning, so evening."
They chatted about the morning's rainfall.
They went their separate ways.
The lady with the whispy dog approached with another lady.
"Are you the man with the dog buried up at those stones?
(Stubborn Dog's ashes are there.
Beach Buoy's will be too.)
"Yes."
was the easy answer.
"Tried to show my friend the other day. Kept getting stuck in brambles
(Sea Buckthorn.)
Beach Buoy pointed to the big slope, giving directions to follow once at the peak.
They went their separate ways.
The man with a Spaniel who once had a beagle, joined Beach Buoy for the remainder of the northward walk.
They had a good chat, each listening to the other's point of view.
They went their separate ways...
Beach Buoy listened to the Little Terns for a while.
They headed back to Basecamp.
At the Cricket Club an unfurled flag fluttered in the wind.
BEACH BUOY.
