Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog arrived in the car park at 3-36 pm.
Beach Buoy had been to work until 3.
It was a Tuesday.
An Aeroplane headed North, high in the sky.
They headed to the water's edge.
There was the slightest of breezes from the North.
The sea was rough.
A rough sea always feels a little odd on such a calm, almost windless day.
Much of the sky was clear.
There was cloud.
A long line of low cloud stretched along the horizon.
Making it look like a far off land was now somehow not so far away after all.
A couple and child were travelling North as Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog journeyed south.
The man was beach cleaning.
It transpired that it was Beach Buoy's next-door neighbour.
'Hiya.'
'Hiya.'
The tide was high, it was almost reaching the dunes.
They headed up to the dunes to stack to the stack.
The breeze was bitterly cold on finger ends.
They made their way back.
They had to keep an eye on the sea it tried to catch them out as they walked the dune edge.
The slope that went up towards the dunes helped their cause.
When the tide ran in, they would turn away from it, making use of the slope and the distance.
Here is the formula...
Distance + Height. = Dry Feet.
SEA
The surf was breaking way out in the Bay.
The waves were so high at times that the horizon would disappear behind it.
The light began to fade.
Waves of sea rolled in from the East.
Waves of Gulls rolled out from the fields, across the dunes, back to their sea.
They headed back to the van.
BEACH BUOY
