Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog reached the car park at 4-40 am.
They were on the beach shortly afterwards.
There was a breeze from the west.
The tide was so far out, it almost needed to apply for a passport.
It was an odd beach tonight or maybe it was just an odd Beach Buoy?
Everyone was distant even when close; when close meant 2 metres away.
It almost felt as if they had turned up late for the party.
There was plenty of beach for all.
Even the Sun seemed to have confidence issues today.
It came and went over and over again, using a big back cloud
as a disguise.
A small black dog called Ted appeared.
He was keen to say hello to Stubborn Dog and Beach Buoy; today that felt like novelty.
The Little Black bundle of fun and fur twisted in and out of Beach Buoys legs as he scampered about.
They wandered up to the stack and added a few more stones.
The stack was undisturbed today.
They began a slow walk back to the the North.
The sea was good company.
There was a sandbank just offshore, so the waves had chance
to break twice as they reached land.
They headed back to the van.
