It was 1-04 p.m.
There was slight breeze from the south east.
The car park was very busy.
Horses walked the water's edge as paddle boarders headed for the sea.
They headed south as did many others.
Beach Buoy was in no rush.
He gathered a couple of stones for the
Subborn Dog Stack.
"Afternoon Mate."
he patted
THE
stone.
He added others.
He glanced North.
He picked up Another Dog.
"See you Mate."
A Dog went zooming past on the dune below.
It was Dotty Dog.
Her owner wasn't far behind.
They paused a while and chatted about dogs as Dottie Dog zoomed up and down the dune edge.
"Bye."
"Bye."
Beach Buoy headed towards North Gare Pier.
The wet sand gave lovely reflections.
Space.
They headed back, slowly.
A man with two dogs was heading south as they headed north.
The man wore an Orange Coat.
It was similar to Beach Buoy's.
The man had a beach bag slung over his shoulder.
It was similar to Beach Buoy's.
The man wore a hat.
It was nothing like Beach Buoy's.
It would have been more at home in the Australian Bush.
He can't have seen the flamboyant hat sign.
They chatted.
Beach Buoy was too polite to mention the exotic headwear.
"Nice to talk to you."
"Yes, lovely to meet you."
They headed off in opposite directions.
Dogs followed.
It was good to be out.
BEACH BUOY.
