Monday morning.
Beach Buoy had parked up in Seaton Park.
He, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog crossed the road and the Esplanade.
They headed down the access ramp in front of the colourful but little used Beach Huts.
They reached the beach at 8-29.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
It was a morning of misty hints.
A hint of the Headland.
A hint of a Ship, heading for Port.
A hint of the Turbines turning unseen in the Bay.
The sea was till a little rough.
There was a light chilly breeze from the south west.
The wreck today.
Sand had begun to reclaim it.
In contrast, the beach to the west looked more like a cobbled street.
A Beach stripped of sand by strong winds.
With a look to the north, Beach Buoy and the Dogs headed south.
It was cold fingers but two hoods were down.
It was good to feel the day.
They headed to the low level route.
A Gull passed by.
It seemed to be flying in slow motion as if passed by at almost headed height.
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A Crow landed on a driftwood stump looking for seed.
Beach Buoy gave it directions.
He really did.
You know he did.
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They climbed the smalls slope.
There was a Crow.
It sat waiting on the giant pencil.
9-07 a.m.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added the five that were suitable.
"You hungry mate?"
The Crowed sounded like it was.
Recent additions to Stubborn Dog Stack.
The Crow watched as Beach Buoy scattered a line of seeed.
"See you mate."
(Stubborn Dog.)
They returned to the beach below.
The man who once had four dogs passed by with three.
They exchanged distant waves that were almost a salute.
Two Ladies with Spaniels and Coffees headed south.
Beach Buoy searched the shingle as he headed back to the north.
He looked for sea alleys and bottle tops.
He found shards of tranquillity and sherds of peace.
They'll do.
BEACH BUOY.
Be happy.
No hate.
