Beach Buoy was driving to collect Borrowed Dog.
He stopped at the end the road.
He stepped out of the van.
He took a photograph of the skyline.
The skyline was better than the photograph suggests.
Back in the van, he set off to collect Borrowed Dog.
They arrived at Seaton Park as the Village Church Bells rang for 9 a.m.
After a faff it was off down the access ramp at Station Lane.
They followed the Tractor tracks down to the sea.
The man who walks home in shorts and gloves was just leaving the sea.
The tide was well out.
There was a slight breeze from the west.
It had a chill attachment.
More tyre tracks led them south like Lemmings.
Wonderful cloud out at sea.
It was as chilly as it was bright.
There was no rush.
Beach Buoy had forever.
A lovely cloud.
Seaglass.
Beach Buoy and the dogs walked the low level route to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
9-52.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He watched the sea.
Its what he does.
"See you mate.'
Back to the beach.
Northwards with the water's edge for company.
Sea Pottery.
More tracks that the three of them had walked.
The beach tractor.
Beach Buoy had decided to walk as far north as the Village Green.
A dog walker.
One of his clients, a Ten Stone Boxer.
Stoney steps back to The Esplanade.
Beach Code.
HL22.
SEATON CAREW NORTH.
THE GREEN.
3 words
///quarrel.later.park
Beach Buoy imagined a stressed couple arriving at the Seaside.
They headed south along The Esplanade.
A lady stood at The Village Green Bus Stop.
She looked towards The Sun as if she were waiting for a solar bus.
Seaton Bay.
A handrail and the Sea.
The 9 Anchors Pub next to Seaton Park.
BEACH BUOY.
