Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog reached a busy (For a Monday.)
Car Park at 3-33 pm.
Two motorcyclists drank Hungry Seagull Coffees as they admired each other's machines.
There was a breeze from the north.
It was nice and bright down on the beach, as wonderful clouds hung overhead like a ceiling artwork.
It was a short walk to the water's edge.
The tide would peak in an hour or so, claiming much of the beach as its own.
The bright light gave the sea a look of summer.
The sea did have a bit of life about it, even though the breeze was slight.
There wasn't a great deal of shingle to search, thanks to the height of the tide.
The finds were few and far between.
They stacked the stack as two lads skimmed stones on the nearby sea.
The lads had to hop away as the incoming wash of sea almost soaked them.
Beach Buoy paused at the stack a while, listening to the sea and the rumble of underwater rocks being tumbled, as the waves broke onto the beach.
Skylarks sang the chorus.
They began a slow walk back.
The sea foam acted as a marker for the most recent rush of sea to attempt to reach the dunes.
A Large Black Dog bounded over and licked Stubborn Dog square on his face.
Stubborn Dog tilted his head as if pondering which of the dog's legs he should attach his teeth, when in the nick of time the other dog's owner peep peeped on a peep peep dog whistle.
Big dogs don't phase Stubborn Dog, he goes into protection mode.
They ambled back to the van...........
