Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at
6-28 p.m.
It was overcast.
There was a mild breeze from the east.
A strange man walked the strand line.
No not Beach Buoy, another strange man.
They headed south.
Another Dog hopped from one horse hoof-print to the next.
Another Dog became Meerkat Dog as she watched the Horses ride off into the distance.
A Jack Russell that wasn't called Jack came to say hello.
A lady walked barefoot along the strand line.
She would have looked less out of place by the water's edge.
She swung a shoe in each hand as she headed north.
They headed to
Stubborn Dog Stack.
Beach Buoy placed five beach stones to the pile.
"Evening Mate."
he patted
THE
stone.
They stayed a while with absent friends.
"See you mate, be with you soon enough."
They headed back to the sands, before heading north the van.
Every now and then a random Gull would head out to sea from the direction of the dunes.
The sea curled gently as the waves broke, looking like a turned page of a Sunday supplement on a lazy summer Sunday.
In contrast, a man walked the strand line as he had an argument with his mobile telephone.
Back in the van Beach Buoy photographed the Bits and Bobs.
It's what Tiggers do best.
It began to rain.
The van's windscreen looked like bubblewrap.
The rain was from the east.
BEACH BUOY.
