Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog stepped onto a sunny beach
at 4-56pm.
It was very sunny, with the tide well in.
The sea broke gently on the beach.
The evening had the feeling of a summer's morning about it.
Twists of sea weed from earlier storms were laid out along the sands like victims of an ill-fated beach landing.
The seaweed had been drying in the sun.
It gave off a glorious aroma.
A sprat had been washed up.
It wriggled on the sand.
Beach Buoy scooped the little fish up and returned to the sea on an outgoing wave.
The stacked the stack and stayed a while, having a sit and think.
Stubborn Dog fell asleep.
A lady had passed them as they had headed south and did so again as they returned to the north.
It was a warm evening but she wore a long dark flowing coat.
'Victorian Ghost.' thought Beach Buoy.
BEACH BUOY.
