Rather than suffering death by late Sunday afternoon boredom of waiting for the darkness to come, Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed for the beach once more.
They walked the walk and stacked the stack.
The tide was well out.
A young lady with a barking dog and a squeaky toy walked the strand line, heading south too.
They headed back.
Another two hour walk completed.
Another two hours gone.
BEACH BUOY.
