It was Thursday.
Work was done and dusted.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.
It was 4-26 pm when they arrived.
There was a fresh breeze from the north west.
The sky over the bay had a hint of pink.
They headed for the beach.
In the distance a man ran along the water's edge as if he has seen someone stealing his car.
He was just a jogger trying some speed for size.
They headed south at a slower pace.
The Village Church Bells rang out for 4-30.
The sound of clanking metal tubes sounded out as the mobile covid testing unit was dismantled for the day.
The tide was slightly more out than it was in.
The beach was fairly quiet.
A dune watcher watched from the dunes as a family group walked to the south.
A flock of Gulls arrived at the water's edge from the west.
Out in the bay, low cloud acted a backdrop for the Wind Turbines.
The pink colouring became more intense.
A small ship that was almost a boat, left the River.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed up towards the dunes, to
Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Afternoon Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy drank coffee from a thermal mug as he watched the world.
To the North, back towards the village, it looked like the beach belonged to them.
To the west, the sun began to set behind an industrial scene.
"See you mate."
Light was on the wane.
They headed back to the beach.
It was always hard leaving his old beach buddy behind.
The headed back to the north.
Dune dwellers watched from the dune edge.
The wet sand reflected the light from a fading Sun.
Beach Buoy must have been about five minutes away from the van when he realised that the "Inner Rush " had kicked in.
He stopped.
Stop.
Stop rushing.
Stop dashing.
There is no rush.
It will be dark for hours and hours.
They stood until the darkness claimed them
BEACH BUOY.
