It was a Tuesday, after work beach walk.
They reached the car park at 3-43pm.
By the time they left the van, the village church bells were ringing for 3-45.
The free range egg yoke of a sun was already slipping down behind the golf club.
It had been a mild day but typically now work was done there was a chill blowing from the west.
The last throws of sunlight showed above the dunes.
A couple of couples left the beach, so ten minutes into the walk, the beach was theirs.
Beach Buoy had bought gloves yesterday.
He opted for fingerless gloves for the beach, better for beach combing, photos and making notes.
Still chilly but better than gloveless fingers.
Two Beagles appeared from the south.
One barked.
One sniffed.
They both headed north.
They went up to stack Stubborn Dog Stack.
To the north, the large patch of deep sea coal had survived the tides.
A small red ship slipped out of the river.
Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed back.
The moon clocked on as Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog clocked off.
Beach Buoy.
