Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog arrived in the car park at 3-40 pm
Stubborn Dog walked as far as the Hungry Seagull then went on strike.
Perhaps he fancied a waffle and coffee?
He was given a pick-me-up of another kind as Beach Buoy scooped up his little beach mate.
The tide was well in, making it a narrow beach today.
It was one of those tides that tries to catch you out.
Coming in and running on more than you would expect it to.
The air was still.
A large ship that was heading north, turned and aimed itself at the river mouth.
The beach narrowed more as they headed south.
To avoid wet feet, they cut through the dunes to reach the stack.
There is a lot of Sea Buckthorn in the dunes and they have spikes at Dog eye height.
Stubborn Dog was carried once more until the coast literally was clear.
They reached the stack to find much of it scattered in the dunes.
It was like the scene from the Wizard Of Oz, where the Scarecrow has his straw stuffing thrown all over by the flying monkeys.
'Thats you all over.' they said.
Beach Buoy clicked the heels of his Boots as he said
"The stack will go back"
Beach Buoy rebuilt the stack as he always will; its staying!
They headed back, alternating between the beach and dune edge to avoid the incoming sea.
The problem was that Stubborn Dog had a different idea of when they should be on the beach or on the dune.
As they made their way back, the light faded.
The horizon was just about visible.
Beacons beckon from the north and south of the bay.
The waves will continue, unseen but heard as night closes in.
They reached the promenade.
Even though it was dark, The Hungry Seagull was doing good business .
Beach Buoy rested on the promenade wall and watched a Jaffa of a Moon rise from the sea.
BEACH BUOY.
