Late Sunday Morning.
The forecast for later wasn't good.
Beach Buoy tempted Another Dog to walk to the beach.
They arrived at 10-40.
Two stood at the water's edge.
People and dogs were dotted around.
Beach Buoy wasn't taking a lot of notice.
It was just a walk.
A yacht left Hartlepool, out in the bay.
Beach Buoy collected another five suitable stones.
"Morning again mate."
It was 11-15.
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added five more.
He had a sit and think.
He watched the Yacht's angled travels.
Beach Buoy drank coffee.
A lady appeared from the south.
Beach Buoy must have looked more ill than relaxed.
"Are you OK?"
"Yes thank you."
"Thought you might have been having a heart attack."
They chatted for ages.
Many topics.
A lady appeared from the north.
She and the first lady had chatted to one another earlier in the day,
She joined the conversation.
More topics.
The second random Dog of the day appeared.
Shortly afterwards the second random man of the day showed up.
His Dog was called Scooby, a Romanian rescue Dog.
The four complete strangers chatted like their meeting had been planned previously.
Around half a dozen Sand Martins flew south as they talked.
They all left around the same time.
Beach Buoy waited until everyone had gained distance.
In time Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back.
BEACH BUOY.
