Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed for the beach.
The Golf Club Flag was flapping more than a Catering Manager that had just found out that there would be no deliveries that day.
They reached the car park at 6-15 p.m.
The sky was mainly a clear one.
The clouds that were around were unusual to say the least.
They headed to the beach.
Up ahead was a Dad and lad.
The Dad had a football.
He was bouncing it on the promenade as they headed for the sand.
The lad was talking but it was clear to any onlooker that the Dad just wasn't listening.
Strong winds earlier in the day had stripped sections of the beach of fine soft sand.
They walked to water's edge over what seemed like a cobbled street.
They headed South.
It was a 6-44 p.m.
"Evening Mate."
He placed beach stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"See you mate."
They headed back to the beach, back to the north.
They met three pugs on the return journey.
A sausage dog and a spaniel too.
They headed back to the car park
Another VW van was parked nearby.
It was bright orange.
As smart as a carrot.
BEACH BUOY.
