Beach Buoy sat and watched the clock go round.
Tick.
Tock.
"Dark in two hours."
he thought.
Tick.
Tock.
The light outside looked wonderful.
So.....
Beach Buoy,
Another Dog
and
Borrowed Dog
headed for the beach.
It was 2-45 p.m. when they arrived.
As they left the van behind, they met Albert.
Albert was a puppy.
Dogs and puppy danced.
The owners chatted.
Too icy for them to dance.
"See you later."
They headed down a still-slippery access ramp.
The air was cold and still.
The tide was as way out as a wild guess.
It seemed to be national dog-less couple day down on the beach?
A jogger seemed to tip-toe past, as the three church bell chimes for 3 p.m. scampered south along the beach.
It looked like it was snowing out in the Bay?
Beach Buoy was no expert.
Beach Buoy could sit all day in
THAT
Beach Shack,
just watching the clouds, the light, the sky and the sea.
Beach cleaned....
"Afternoon Mate."
He patted
THE
stone.
He added more.
Beach Buoy stood, admiring the view.
"See you mate."
They headed back to the beach.
The ever-changing light was amazing.
Sea Pottery with a nautical theme....
They headed back to the van as the sky changed from a wonderful range of colours to grey.
Day changed to night.
The two hours were up.
BEACH BUOY.
