Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog headed to the beach.
They had parked in Seaton Park.
They reached the beach at 1-27 p.m.
A wild and cold wind blew from the north.
Up ahead a couple stood with Two Large White Retrievers.
They looked like Polar Bear Cubs, even more so when they ran into the icy sea.
Beach Buoy and the dogs headed south.
They stayed close to the water's edge, away from snaking shifting sand.
They were almost being blown south like beach tumbleweeds.
Over a dip in the dune edge, a hint of sunlight.
Just light.
No heat.
The shifting sands were travelling the dune edge.
It rose at the big slope, replenishing the sand on the slope and the dune beyond.
Beach Buoy and the dogs used the low levels and the newly formed small slope to reach the stack.
It began to rain...
"Afternoon Mate."
It was 2-02.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Too inclement to even attempt a sit and think.
Beach Buoy looked for shelter.
He had often thought of building a driftwood shelter up a the stack.
Sadly it would be torched in time by some passing clown.
Rain, combined with that wind was a bit much.
Beach Buoy stood the dogs behind a higher mound of dune, it offered the dogs some protection.
Beach Buoy looked at the dogs and actually said out loud.
"Who's idea was this?"
It was quite funny really because Borrowed Dog did actually look around in a bit of a panic to see if there was anyone else to blame.
He plumped for Beach Buoy.
Beach Buoy's new coat was standing up well to the rain.
Now he just had to figure out the chords to tighten the hood for the journey back.
He fumbled with gloved fingers and pulled the chord.
If the new fancy coat has a secret parachute he may never be seen again.
Not with the wind as it was.
Beach Buoy pulled
Thankfully the hood drew tightly around Beach Buoy's head.
He must have looked like a flower with the grumpiest of seed heads.
The beach below was wild.
The wind always seems to intensify as the tide comes in.
A Gull spent an age trying to head north into the wind.
After a while...
"See you mate."
Down the smaller slope.
Back to the north.
The reacquainted themselves with the water's edge.
The dog's leads are clipped to Beach Buoy's beach bag.
His hands are free to make notes and take photographs.
An added bonus today was he could pretend to do the breaststroke, as if he was swimming into the wind.
It was O.K.
Who on their right mind would be out on the beach this afternoon.
It most probably explained why Beach Buoy was doing the breaststroke.
Odd thing is, he can't swim anyway.
In time a man and his dogs blew in from the north.
They stopped short of walking the full beach.
They turned 180 degrees.
It may have been the thought of the walk back into the strong headwind or the sight of a man air-swimming towards him that made he turn so quickly.
Off they went.
Beach Buoy glanced down at the dogs.
They looked as if they had been told to listen intensely.
"Pin back your lug holes."
They were definitely pinned back thanks to the wind.
Just back, no flappage , the wind was that strong.
At least the rain had stopped.
The wind was actually drying Beach Buoy's new coat.
He was so pleased that he hadn't bought the one with the parachute attachment.
They headed The Esplanade.
On the beach below, three and their dogs stood in the wind Tunnel.
Beach Buoy imagined their conversation.
"It said Sunny Seaton Carew on that blog thing..."
It's more of how you look at life thing thought Beach Buoy.
BEACH BUOY.
