Tuesday morning.
It had rained for much of the night.
It was still raining.
Beach Buoy brought Another Dog to the beach anyway.
They arrived at 6-42 a.m.
The rain was light.
The beach was dark.
Beach Buoy scanned the beach with his torch as he selected five suitable stones.
Raindrops flashed by, reflecting in the torchlight.
The wind was slight.
It blew from the north.
They headed south.
The tide was well in.
The sea was pulling back a canny distance before rushing back in.
Fingers of sea foam grabbed at unsuspecting feet.
The rain eased.
Two hoods came down.
They headed to the low level route.
7-14.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
They both had a stand and think.
Beach Buoy made notes and watched the waves.
Another Dog watched Beach Buoy make notes and watch the waves.
The most recent Brakesy looked good, wet by torchlight.
Beach Buoy's less talented efforts on a piece of beach-found slate.
Saying that, Amy Oakden , the local BBC Radio Breakfast host and blog reader was kind enough to say on air that "Beach Buoy, he's a wonderful artist."
Too kind.
Thank you.
It's all just a bit of daftness.
If you draw at all you are an Artist.
If you sing at all you are a Singer.
If you write you are a Writer.
"See you mate."
They dropped down onto the low level route.
Beach Buoy waved to the stack.
They walked the low level route, back to the beach.
Once back on the beach, Beach Buoy looked to the south.
It was lighter now.
They continued north .
The water's edge and strand-line were close to one another.
The tide was still high.
The sea trying to make it's way out.
Rain-filled clouds travelled across the horizon.
Team Muzzled Dog passed by.
They stopped to chat.
Their Alfie was wearing a hi-viz coat today.
To the north, off in the distance Beach Buoy could see Mr. Gunn/Lunn heading south.
He approached.
"Where's your mate."
Mr. Gunn/Lunn pointed back to the north.
Excellent Dog Alfie was walking alongside a complete and until then, dog-less stranger.
The slightly bemused man approached them with his new companion.
Beach Buoy noticed that the stranger and Mr.Gunn/Lunn had very similar beards.
"Must be the beard."
"Might be the fact that l have sweets in my pocket?"
"We might all follow you then."
Laughter,
Of course Charlie said don't follow strangers that say that they have sweets.
The man who once had four dogs passed by with his three.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach access ramp.
They paused to let the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple head down it.
Wet.
Dry.
BEACH BUOY.
