Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park at
6-20 p.m.
He faffed on a bit before heading for the beach.
There was a strong breeze from the north.
Beach Buoy walked directly to the sea as if he was wanting to tell it a story.
It was the sea that spoke.
They headed south with a breeze on their backs and a sea on their left.
The tide was much more in than it was out.
A Dead Tern turned in the shallows, as the sea rolled it to shore.
Large Brown Jellyfish were scattered along the strand line.
They looked almost electronic with complicated wiring.
Another Dog chased sea foam ghosts.
They headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Evening Mate."
He added three stones and patted
THE
stone.
A couple stood nearby on the dune edge.
They looked at the sea as though they had a story to tell it.
It was the Sea that spoke.
