They reached the beach at 6-49 p.m.
"They" being;
Beach Buoy, Another Dog, Young Archie and Borrowed Dog.
The Wind Turbines faced the Northerly wind once more.
The tide was more in than it was out.
A hooded figure sat near the dune edge in a yoga-type position.
A Big Dog and a Little Dog played down by the water's edge.
"They"
headed south.
A material sea in grey was edged with white lace as waves broke on the beach.
"They"
headed up to
Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
"They"
stayed a short while.
"See you mate."
"They."
returned to the beach, heading south until the shingle became sand.
"They."
headed back to the North.
A family were up ahead.
They had a Black Whippet, it had been drawn with a blunter HB Pencil than the Black Greyhound had been previously.
"They"
headed to the van.
Beach Buoy drove to the sea front near the Village Green,
Tea.
Cake.
Peace
all with a sea view.
BEACH BUOY.
