Wednesday morning.
Beach Buoy arrived alone at 6-38 a.m.
It was sunny.
The tide was way out.
The wreck was exposed.
There was a light breeze from the south west.
Out on the horizon, a Ship headed towards the River Tees.
Clouds over the village to the north.
There was plenty of blue sky too.
The tide was out beyond the wreck once more.
It was so peaceful.
All you could hear was the sea and the sound of Beach Buoy counting his blessings.
A Tees Tug waited just outside the river mouth for the approaching ship.
Another joined it.
One to pull, the other guiding the rear and braking duties.
Team One Black Ear came from the south.
They chatted.
As they chatted, the man who once had four dogs passed by with his three.
Like the 6-58 from Seaton Central to The Blue Lagoon they headed south
Not too distant waves and "Morning."
were shared.
Beach Buoy headed to the low level route.
He found driftwood that resembled a pointing finger.
He often writes in the sand.
A Sand Martin flew by.
Along the dune edge, Beach Buoy caught sight of a Wabbit.
He said "Wabbit." out loud in an Elmer Fudd style voice.
He could almost hear his long lost mate Geoff add
"Pie."
The Wabbit.
As he walked the low level route, Sand Martins flew here there and everywhere.
Sand Martin.
Hope and optimism.
Of all the Summer visitors Beach Buoy will miss the Sand Martins the most of all.
Sand Martin.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-19.
He added five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
He smiled.
Sit and think.
Never taken for granted.
There are times that there are no seats.
There are other times people don't allow you to think clearly.
Sometimes you can't think at all.
"See you mate."
He continued southwards.
Team Muzzled Dog were on the beach below.
They exchanged distant waves.
North Gare Pier.
He just stood and watched the Sand Martin's flight.
He headed back north.
Excellent Dog Alfie came over.
Beach Buoy scratched the sweet spot on the front of the dog's neck.
The little dog looked Beach Buoy in the eye as if to say
"Spot on."
Mr.Gunn/Lunn came along they chatted before going their separate ways.
Optimistic Surfer searched for surf.
Beach Buoy looked up to Stubborn Dog Stack to give a distant wave.
A dandelion seed was heading from the Stubborn Dog Stack.
He raised his hand, catching it.
He made a wish before opening his hand.
It continued it's journey out to sea like a tiny silver moon.
It was only a Wabbit and a Dandelion Seed but it felt like a special day.
BEACH BUOY.
