Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-20 p.m.
It was overcast.
There was a strong, but mild breeze from the north west.
It was overcast.
The tide was well in.
The tide had not long turned.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog passed a distinguished looking gent,
he was stood with his Black Greyhound.
"Lovely Evening." said Beach Buoy.
"Lovely to be out in the freshness."
With the tide just turning from high, the beach was narrow.
Two ladies walked their horses.
One of them was a small pony.
Another Dog danced on two back legs in excitement.
There was a lady with a Rusty Spaniel which had a cone on its head.
They all walked along the water's edge, looking like some odd sort of Circus Parade.
A couple sat on the dune edge.
The lady used her partner as a reclining chair.
Two teenagers sat on a driftwood bench.
Beach Buoy headed for
Stubborn Dog Stack.
A man with a dog passed.
"Evening."
..........
no reply....
Another Dog has began to climb on the stack the they reach it.
"Evening Mate."
He added beach stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
They stayed a while.
They had a think.
They watched and listened to the sea.
The tide was still high, up near to the dunes.
