It was a Tuesday afternoon when Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog arrived at the beach.
It was 3-48 pm
Beach Buoy had drove down in the van.
He paid one full english pound to park!
The parking charges stop at the end of the month, restarting back up in April.
They had passed the Golf Club.
The Club's flag flew at a third of its height.
It flapped in the strong breeze.
There was a lot of space on the beach thankfully.
The tide was just about more out than it was in.
It was blowy but mild.
A lady and her Dog had just beaten them to the beach access ramp as they had headed for the sands.
They kept their lead advantage as they searched the strand line.
There was lots of large pieces of coal.
Now... If Beach Buoy had
THAT
Beach Shack, then he would have picked it all up and kept it as stock.
They headed up to
Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Afternoon Mate."
he added three stones before patting
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy watched the sea.
It was calm.
The surface rippled slightly in the westerly wind.
There wasn't any dramatic waves, just a last minute slap of sea on sand as the two old friends met once more.
"See you mate."
The three headed back to the beach.
