It was 4pm. Rain had not long passed through briefly, leaving a rainbow. It had vanished by the time Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog had arrived. It was Bright and very breezy from the north west. The tide was high up.
A Jogger jogged into the strong wind. It looked like he was crossing the finishing line of a race in slow motion. Possibly to the soundtrack of Chariots of fire.
Beach Buoy pulled up a hood to shelter for the wind then placed his hands into his pockets. He headed South; Hand's in pocket man. Going in the opposite direction was... Jeans in Sock Man.