Monday Evening.
It was 6-47.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog set off along the beach.
There was a breeze from the west.
He collected five suitable stones.
The tide was out as far as the Seaton Carew wreck.
They headed south.
A couple were up ahead, heading south along the water's edge.
The couple stopped to kiss, they turned to return north to the village.
A person walked into the sea.
Their belongings were laid on the beach.
They went in waist height and stood.
A man walked northwards along the water's edge.
Head in hood.
Hands in pockets.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog made their way to Stubborn Dog Stack,
"Evening Mate."
It was 7-17 p.m.
Beach Buoy added the stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a sit and think.
It was OK now, but it had been so windy that the wind turbines had been locked off.
Then the rain had come.
It was heavy.
So heavy that if anyone had been caught in it while on the beach, they could have kept drier by going into the sea.
A Cow mooed from the fields to the west.
Its call went into the Bay,
"See you mate."
Back to the van.
BEACH BUOY.
