Wednesday afternoon.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog parked up in Seaton Park.
They headed to the beach.
It was bright and breezy.
It was 3-45 p.m.
The litter pick lady and her Scottie dog were on Station Road Access Ramp.
She had found a phone.
Beach Buoy asked if it would turn on.
It did.
They had a game of guess the access code.
Then they could ring someone on the contact list, letting them know that the telephone had been found and wass safe.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
It was a warm afternoon.
The tide was a fair way out.
People walked with folded coats over arms bent at ninety degrees.
Beach Buoy gathered suitable stones as they walked.
"Afternoon Mate."
It was 4-36.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
He watched the sea.
He can't surf.
He can't swim.
He did know that the waves looked to be good ones to surf.
They were as good as could be for this part of the world.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
They returned to the north.
They returned to the Village.
The tide was going out .
The Seaton Carew Wreck was still at sea.
BEACH BUOY.
