Beach Buoy and Another Dog left the house at
Free Parking o'clock.
Minutes later they were strutting their "Stuff"
down at the beach.
Tyres tracks in the soft sand showed the route of the Sea Serpent Tours.
Possibility of stickers being made available soon.
WE SAW THE SEA SERPENT AT SEATON CAREW.
They crossed the tracks.
The tours had ended for the day, so it was safe to do so.
Over near the access ramp, scouts were running around with colourful buckets and spades in-hand.
The Scout leader called out instructions.
"Everyone come here!"
"C'mon Joseph!"
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south as they usually do.
It was overcast with a breeze from the south.
The tide was slightly more in than it was out.
The beach was quiet ahead.
It was mild.
The north looked sparsely populated too?
As he walked, Beach Buoy looked for suitable stack stones.
He collected a few good specimens.
They took the easy route up to
Stubborn Dog Stack.
He placed the
"Suitable"
stones in a
"Suitable."
space on the stack.
He patted
THE
stone
"Evening Mate."
When Another Dog first started coming up to
Stubborn Dog Stack
she would dig and dig.
Lately, she had seemed reluctant to walk to the stack, being more eager to walk back to the van.
Tonight was a little better.
This evening she walked more than she was carried on the regular journey to check on Stubborn Dog.
She even let Beach Buoy have a sit and think down on the dune edge, just in front of the stack.
A man in a black hat appeared from the dunes to the south.
He passed by as he headed north along the strand-line.
"See you later Mate."
they head back to the beach.
They ventured south as far as the incoming sea would let them.
The beach turned into grey stones.
Beach Buoy wouldn't be walking these this evening.
They headed back.
If only the Sea Serpent Tour Tractor hadn't gone to bed for the night.
They could have thumbed a lift.
They walked the water's edge.
Every now and then an incoming wave would shepherd them inland, towards the dunes.
aka
The land of dry feet.
As they approached the end of the dunes, Beach Buoy could see ... and hear that the scouts had moved up, into the dunes.
Their colourful plastic buckets were lined up neatly on the beach.
A Lady with folded arms watched over them.
They looked like a model village homage to the Promenade Beach Huts that were a mere four minute walk away.
