They headed to the beach car park.
It was a little later than the current norm.
A few weeks ago it would have been too dark to have an enjoyable beach walk in daylight.
The sky was mostly clear.
A Council Gritting Truck passed them on the road, spreading rock salt everywhere, ready for the cold and clear night ahead.
Everywhere in this instance meant the road surface any passing vehicles.
It was 4-20 pm by the time they had parked up facing the sea.
A colourful lost glove had been found and placed on one of the upright posts of the car park's fenced barrier.
It looked as if it were waving and almost shouting.
"OVER HERE!"
They went to the dunes, still way north of the stack to gain a better view of a large, unusual cloud formation.
The sky was somewhat clearer over towards some of the riverside facilities.
Stubborn Dog has been on a long lead recently.
He roamed around the dunes.
He watched with interest as a Brown and White Spaniel went bounding by.
The dog seemed to be propelled by its wagging tail.
They didn't stack the stack.
Beach Buoy will do a double stack next time.
It had been a long day.
Beach Buoy's alarm had swung in to action at 5-20 a.m.
It had woke him from one of those dreams that seem to last all night long.
A dream that had left him more tired than he was when he had gone to bed.
In the dream the world and its dog had done everything in their power to make Beach Buoy late for work.
He had arrived at work in plenty of time
He had been there until three in the afternoon.
The walk was almost done.
Beach Buoy put Stubborn Dog on the Promenade Wall for a while.
They had one last look at the sea for the day.
A man threw a ball over the Promenade Wall down onto the beach and told his dog "Go find it."
Beach Buoy couldn't understand why a man with around two miles of promenade wall to lean, chose to lean on it right next to Beach Buoy to chart his searching dog's progress.
Beach Buoy moved away.
Beach Buoy went back to the bubble of inside of the van.
BEACH BUOY.
