Beach Buoy and another Dog reached the beach at 6-38 p.m.
It was mild but overcast.
The beach scene had been painted with pastel colours this evening.
The tide was more in than out.
There was a mild breeze off the sea.
A couple wearing backpacks headed south.
A couple with four dogs did the same.
Groups of youths headed for the dunes.
Beach Buoy glanced down at Another Dog.
She is the colour of sand and seacoal.
The backpack couple had decided to have a sit and think in an unusual spot.
They were mid-way between the water's edge and the strand-line.
It was a little like deciding to sit in the middle of the road.
They both had purple hair.
A couple headed back to the north with a Barking Dog and a Squeaking Toy.
By the time Beach Buoy had reached Stubborn Dog Stack, beach stones in-hand the beach seemed to be theirs.
"Evening Mate,"
He added the stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"See you later mate."
They headed back.
A Lone Oyster Catcher flew by.
It looked like someone had speeded the film up as it whizzed north.
They had a slow walk back.
