It had rained and rained.
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog dashed out in a window of opportunity.
They parked up in Seaton Park.
Beach Buoy and a dog walker had a random chat about the depth of puddles.
Beach Buoy and the dogs headed to the beach.
There was a cold wind from the north west.
Spots of rain came.
They decided to walk along The Front, hugging the buildings for cover as they headed south.
They joined the beach at
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SPLASH PAD.
It was noon.
They headed south.
Never mind four seasons in one day, it was four seasons in 360 degrees.
Bright Sun.
Blue Sky.
Grey Sky.
Black Sky.
The sun.
One season.
They began to walk towards the wreck.
Water's edge to the north.
A couple and their dog.
The tide was going out.
The wreck was coming ashore.
Dry sand snaked south.
The wind that blew it was cold.
Beach Buoy was unsure how there was any dry sand after hours and hours of rain?
There seemed to be a Bright Orange Buoy ahead?
.
The strangest piece of driftwood that Beach Buoy had ever seen.
It looked like it was ablaze.
Very bizarre.
Would make a great flame effect camp fire with no need to light it.
"Afternoon Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
They didn't stay too long.
The weather could change.
They returned to the beach.
They walked the low level route.
Sea pottery in the shingle.
Two Wagging Spaniels headed south along the water's edge with their owner.
Out on the horizon, winter headed south.
The wreck was more exposed now as the tide pulled back.
The wreck... Again.
Back to the Village.
Back to the van.
BEACH BUOY.
