A sunny evening.
😎
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at
7-27.
There was a nice breeze from the south west.
The tide was coming in, the tide already quite high.
A lady headed south barefoot in the sea, shoes in hand as she threw a stick for her Black Labrador.
Sand became shingle.
The shoes went back on.
A couple hugged at the dune edge as if the world was about to end.
Maybe their world was?
From the top of the big slope, Beach Buoy could see that most of the other beach folk were heading back.
7-53.
"Evening Mate."
He added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat drinking coffee on the driftwood wedge about a metre long.
It hadn't gone missing... yet.
He sat with a coffee and a dog.
He felt the warmth of the breeze on his face.
He listened to the sound of the sea.
It was almost high tide.
Beach Buoy watched as two Tees Tugs crossed the bay from Hartlepool to the river.
North to South.
It was Bob o'clock.
8-08.
"See you mate."
They returned to the inviting beach below.
A slow walk back.
No rush.
The tide has just turned.
BEACH BUOY.
