Wednesday morning.
It was raining.
Beach Buoy let Another Dog sleep on.
He went to the beach alone.
He arrived at 6-32.
The Person who walks around the car park wearing earphones, walked the Esplanade.
Very wet but wired for sound or words.
He had brought a pencil with his beach note book.
A pen would struggle on damp pages.
The downside was that any writing would be faint in the less than half light.
He had brought a torch.
He searched for five suitable stones.
He found them, placing each in turn into his beach bag.
Beach Buoy paused.
He could see that the 7 a.m. club and company were heading south.
They chatted.Beach Buoy continued south.
The others turned back for a sea swim.
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The tide was way out.
It was very mild.
A light breeze blew from the south.
If it were to be ten degrees centigrade cooler, he would have cause to complain.
Although it was raining, hoods were down.
The early orange glow promise amounted to nothing.
The Sun was a no show.
It like some people didn't want to be seen.
He checked north.
The rain eased as he walked the low level route.
"Morning Mate."
it was 7-06.
Beach Buoy added five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He noticed that another wonderful painted stone had turned up.
Bankesy had been busy once more.
He had a sit and think.
The driftwood seat with an elevated view was soaked through.
Beach Buoy took off his beach bag,
He placed it on the seat and sat on it.
On the beach below the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple came and went.
To the south, the red lights of the Wind Turbines gave way to a grey day.
Over on The Headland, the lighthouse was less keen to hand over the baton.
Beach Buoy stood to go.
He looked at some of the other stones on the stack.
Geoff and Bob.
He recalled when his friend told him that he didn't have long to live.
He had just had to put his Labrador Bob to sleep too.
"You'll be putting a stone up on your stack for me and Bob soon enough.
There it was.
Been there for months.
"See you mate.
See you Bob.
See you Geoff."
He pictured them all sat up at Stubborn Dog Stack.
He gave them a wave from the bottom of the small slope.
He headed back to the north.
A couple headed south with their unusual Doodle Dog.
Others headed north along the water's edge.
BEACH BUOY.
