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| Beach Buoy had been to work. The Sun had been around once more. He headed for the beach. A Road Gritter passed as he and Stubborn Dog drove to the Beach Car Park; it was going to be a cold night. They reached the beach at 3-25 pm; early enough for the sun to still be visible (Just.) A strange cloud crossed the bay form North East to South West. |
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| The sun lit it up beautifully. |
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| The Sun would soon be a distant memory. |
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| There was a cold breeze from the South West; Beach Buoy dug his hands into his pockets. |
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| They headed South. |
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| The Sky turned Pink as Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed for the dunes. |
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| A lone dog-less woman headed North followed shortly afterwards by a lone dog-less man. |
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| Beach Buoy paused at the Ashes stack. |
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| A couple of fisherman had set up down by the grey rocks. |
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| Then it was a slow walk back. |
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| They headed back to the van. They had beaten the darkness tonight. BEACH BUOY. |
