Beach Buoy woke at 3 a.m.
He made a coffee and sat watching Another Dog sleep.
Later they went to collect Borrowed Dog.
They all headed to the beach.
They parked up in Seaton Carew Park.
They joined the beach via the access ramp near to the beach huts.
It was 8-31 a.m.
A beach tractor worked the beach.
The tide was as far out as Beach Buoy had ever seen.
The Seaton Carew was well ashore.
The sea seemed to be very distant.
Beach Buoy and the dogs headed to the big slope.
They walked the "easy" route.
"Morning Mate."
It was 9-15.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the well-worn plank with plenty of rust.
Another Dog sat on guard.
Borrowed Dog looked to Beach Buoy as he twizzled the dog's floppy ears.
A small ship left the river.
It was beyond peaceful.
Treasure each day.
Treasure each hour.
Treasure each minute.
Treasure each second.
Almost perfect thought Beach Buoy.
The long lazy Marram Grass seemed to nod in agreement.
"See you mate."
They slipped down onto the beach below before heading north.
A Lone Beach Fishermen stood hopefully.
Seacoal and Sunshine.
A small rod in a big sea.
The first day of the rest of his life.
Beach Buoy headed back to the van as the sea returned to claim their borrowed beach.
BEACH BUOY.
