Saturday.
Beach Buoy couldn't settle.
He hadn't been to Stubborn Dog Stack.
The Village Church Bells rang out for 5-45 as the reached the beach access ramp.
They had walked to the beach.
The Sunlight was very bright.
The strong wind was cold.
They headed south.
The wind wasn't as strong as it had been that morning.
It was still strong enough to be stripping the dunes of sand.
The dry, shifting sand shone in the sunlight.
Beach Buoy carried Another Dog over the rivers of sand that left the dunes behind.
A man and his Carefree Spaniel rushed northwards with the help of a wagging tail wind.
A young family had headed north too.
The low level route felt sheltered.
Beach Buoy placed two sturdy stones at the base of the small slope that leads up to Stubborn Dog Stack.
6-12.
"Evening Mate."
Another stone had been painted.
Beach Buoy added this morning's five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He scattered some seeds for the Crows.
The Crows must had "Cabined up." from the wind.
Not one in sight.
A man with an Orange Bag walked a windy water's edge.
They stood awhile.
"See you mate."
They returned to the north.
Back to the low level route.
The return journey was a doddle with a tailwind.
The man with the Orange bag headed back to the south.
BEACH BUOY.