Friday, finally.
Having Monday off, hadn't made the week feel any shorter.
Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog arrived around 4-25pm.
It was bright and breezy.
A man left the car park, heading for the beach with a kayak on his shoulder.
Kayak man, Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed for the water's edge.
The tide was more in than it was out.
They headed south.
The beach was fairly busy.
Beach Buoy saw his next door neighbour, they exchanged hellos.
They continued on.
They met fellow VW van owner and beach wanderer, @G1VAN_
They chatted briefly before setting off in opposite directions.
It was a glorious early evening.
The amount of aeroplane vapour trails was so noticeable.
A clear sky?
More plane travel?
Sky Tartan.
They stacked that stack.
Stubborn Dog sniffed at the salty sea air as Beach Buoy made notes and took photographs.
"Can't we go South?"
The moon hung over The Bay waiting for the night to come.
They left the dunes, returning to the beach.
Masquerading Moon.
A suitably dressed crab cloud scampered across the sky over the dunes.
The sun gathered some dune grass, made is nightly nest in the dunes.
