Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog headed to the beach.
It was exactly 2 p.m. when they strode down the access ramp in front of the beach huts.
It was overcast, chilly and hardly a breeze.
Rain was forecast at 6 p.m.
The tide was neither high or low.
Out in the bay, a pale-coloured sky hung over a pale-coloured sea.
Dog folk and their dogs were dotted about.
A Cool Sun and a Cooler Clock Tower.
The Seaton Carew Wreck was at sea.
There was a recently tumbled scatter of shingle beyond the wreck site.
Beach Buoy had a mooch.
Sea Pottery.
The Willow Pattern Birds.
Sea Pottery.
Bluebells.
Sea Pottery.
Sea Pottery.
No pattern but Beach Buoy liked the Bus Station Yellow Colour.
Beach Buoy and the dogs continued southwards.
A clockwork crow walked the water's edge.
Thud, thud, thud.
A Helicopter headed north, beyond the dunes.
Some fools stop and stare every time a Helicopter goes overhead.
Beach Buoy stood and stared.
Suddenly, Geese!
He didn't hear them coming thanks or no thanks to the Thud, Thud, Thud of the Helicopter.
Thud, Thud, Thud became click, click,click.
The birds landed just beyond the Sea Serpent Marker.
The birds had chosen to raft to the north of it.
Beach Buoy and the dogs climbed The Big Slope.
To the west.
Flare and Stack.
"Afternoon Mate."
2-38.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy sat on the double plank bench.
He watched a Cormorant head south.
The bird almost seemed to defy the laws of flight and gravity.
"See you mate."
They slipped down the small slope.
Back to the beach below.
Beach Buoy had notice the Gaggle of rafting Geese were drifting southwards.
It was a calm day but waves were still landing with a Helicopter-type
Thud !
BEACH BUOY.
