Monday.
An afternoon visit.
Borrowed Dog has been missing out on beach walks lately.
Beach Buoy had been getting
"That" stare all day.
He buckled.
They parked up in Seaton Park before walking to the water's edge.
It was 1-34 p.m.
The litter pick lady was cleaning by the sea.
The wind was strong.
Her beach clean bag was flapping wildly.
They chatted and walked for five minutes or so.
She headed to The Esplanade.
Beach Buoy and the dogs continued southwards.
A man was up ahead, his dog on a long lead.
A Small Green Ship headed out into the choppy sea.
Gulls hung in the air above the low level route.
"Afternoon Mate."
Beach Buoy added five stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He stayed a short while.
He didn't sit on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust .
It was Baltic!
"See you mate."
They headed back as the tide receded.
They walked the water's edge once more.
The sea looked dramatic.
Sea pottery in the shingle.
Beach Buoy and the dogs, back in the van.
BEACH BUOY.
