Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog arrived in the car park at 3-40 pm. They had passed the regular scene of two rain-dancing Seagulls that stand and stomp on the triangular traffic island at the end of the road. It had worked. It had been raining and was still spitting. As they arrived, the rain started to increase. They wrapped up and set off. The Sea and Sky were grey; the breaking waves were a crisp white. |