Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog arrived at 6-35 am.
The car park was deserted.
The wind was still strong.
The sand gave a clue to both its strength and direction.
Beach Buoy carried Stubborn Dog down the ramp.
They were both being sand-blasted.
They headed for the water's edge.
The sea and the morning were wild.
Stubborn Dog was a reluctant walker.
Not just his usual stubbornness.
Beach Buoy thought it best to call a halt to the walk.
He picked up his little mate and carried him back to the van.
Beach Buoy drove down to the sea front, opposite the village green.
He sat next to Stubborn Dog on the bench seat in the rear of the van.
Stubborn Dog fell asleep as Beach Buoy drank a coffee and watched the grey rough sea roll in.
After a grey and windy weekend, the sun finally came out around 4pm.
They headed for the beach once more at 6pm
(Free Parking time.)
A couple were heading back up the ramp from the beach.
Both of them had two large driftwood pieces in their arms.
The back of a Transit van was opened and they and their haul were gone.
The tide and the sun were both out.
The brightness was welcome after wall to wall grey.
The beach was no where near busy, most of those on the beach were heading home.
Beach Buoy was heading south.
Clouds hovered over the bay's wind turbines.
One Man and his dog.
The Sun began to settle behind the dunes.
They stacked the stack.
A slow walk back.
THE END.
End of the beach,
End of the day,
End of the summer.
BEACH BUOY.
