Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog reached the car park at 3-33 pm.
The access ramp to the beach was a little busy.
A man slowly walked an old black dog up the ramp whilst talking on the phone.
"She's like your grandad; old and stubborn." he says on the phone as he passes Beach Buoy and The Stubbornest Dog of all.
A lady kelt down beside another old black dog that was sat on the sand, she gave it a hug and kissed it on the head.
It all looked very emotional as though they knew it was the dog's last beach visit.
Beach Buoy hoped that he was wrong.
That footage of the man who asked if anyone wanted to join him and his dog on its last beach walk breaks Beach Buoy's heart every single time.
Every time.
Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed for the water's edge.
A fighter jet rumbled overhead in a sky of light blues and pinks.
The tide was in, but nowhere as far in it was at the same time yesterday.
Beach Buoy is not very good with identifying some bird species so lets just say some pebbles with legs ran around at the water's edge.
The sea was calm, waves did break at the last moment as the sea reached the beach and poured another cup.
They carefully stacked the stack, paused a while, then headed back to the north.
The tide was gradually making its way in.
The sea smoothed foot and paw prints of earlier walks, erasing history at will.
The sea does that.
BEACH BUOY.
